something like that

you wake up
take a breath
make a coffee
gaze at the sky

ponder the truth
measure the facts
wonder if dead ones
go there when they die

or maybe you don't
your head full of plans
your life making sense
your life still on tracks

and maybe you don't 
think of dead things at all
the head count intact
some could envy you that

you might light up a cigarette
maybe mostly you won't
feed the dog feed the cat

maybe something like that

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