Best Regards - Paradigma

No one can do anything but to wait

As I slowly wither from within

Soon I won’t be able to move

— Will I see the land

Soon I won’t be able to speak

— Where my ancestors sleep

Soon I won’t even be able to think clearly

— Will I ever journey home

Dying faster, thinking of all things

unaccomplished

Ideas only I could ever carry through

All my dreams discarded before my time was

due

I will float in to the ever

If there is an ever

I will only know for sure

When it’s too late for me to tell you

So I’ll just give you my best regards