does it bother anyone else,

how slowly this life of ours is ending?

close my eyes tightly,

and try to forget about the doom impending.

does it bother anyone else,

that someone out there stole your name?

walking down a different street,

but what is it that makes us the very same?

does it bother anyone else,

all the things out there that we don't know?

trying to kill my thoughts,

yet there is nowhere else for my mind to go.

shifting, whirling, racing, and spinning, 

never slowing down.

does it bother anyone else,

how our tears never even make a sound?

terrified, I suppose,

but why does it constantly bother so?

fear of this life, I guess,

fear of everything that is unknown.