Where do we go when we die
if all we’re doing is dying
then maybe we’re already there.
Where does dying decide to be,
if deciding – doing – does.
Does doing mean we’re dying too,
or only distracting from doing – death?
If dying doing does decide,
to do
then why do we believe in living,
if to do is really to don’t.
Is this the place where death resides?
If we do find death so easily, then,
is not to do death also to find?
Undoubtedly to find does do,
since so doing does do death.
In a sense death is to do,
rather, to do is just
If to don’t is really living,
and to do is really to die,
Then Goodbye Cruel World,
I choose to survive.