i look up at the sky with high hopes,
like a babe giggling in a shower of happiness,
not knowing about the death sentence,
awaiting him,

suddenly death thoughts invade my mind,
like a wind my happiness is blown away.
like a statue my goals come to a standstill

why should i work so hard,
while tomorrow is a huge doubt,
why do i have to pay my bills,
while tomorrow is not promised,

i wish death had a cellphone,
so i could block its calls,
so i could say “sorry it’s a wrong number”
when it calls looking for me.
in that way i would live forever.