I just found out,
I've a terminal condition,
It's beyond a doubt,
They call it attrition.
So, until my dying day,
I've been diagnosed,
With chronic wellness,
At least, that's what they say,
Of course, who knows...
If my case is hopeless.
Living each day,
In the utmost way,
Holding real tight,
To every single night.
Time -- my most precious commodity,
I've only so much... to become what I want to be.