The Untitled Verse of Life

The stronger threat of losing, or the truth of leaving,

Or even, if you dare go there, believing,

Can be called treason, or even bereaving,

Or maybe, in a way, giving.

Trusting can be called failing, or the falsehood of strife,

Or even, breaking the knife,

Or maybe, in a way, life.

Let's take a moment to think that maybe it all lies in time,

But of course you cannot buy coffee to move through it anymore at the cost of a simple dime,

Grab a passport and leave, serve through the time you have been given, not like it's a crime,

Better than biting down on a lime.

See this as blabber all you wish,

But be free falling to the ocean or beneath as a fish,

At least you'll die on a dish.