What if you had three days left?

Would all your insecurities fade?

Would everything you have aspired to, be in vain?

Would the beauty of the scene be echoing in your private dreams?

Or would you run?

Would you hide?

Would you be in disbelief?

In utter assurance of what is to keep?

In fear?

In desperation of what is near?

Could you be at one with what is to come?

Could your life be a reflection of what you have done?

Could you forgive, sing, repent and touch the Sun?

Would you regret not saying more?

Would you be disappointed in what all this was for?

Would you wish upon the last shooting star?

In order for eternal peace to conquer this war?

Could you have loved more?

Are you content with your source?

Did you live like you were dying?

With nothing held back except your idle tryings?

Or would despair overrule?

Your living truth?

Your final hour of what has become of you?

Your last resort?

Your self chosen rapture of sorts?