If I could live forever what would I be?
Would I be a writer? a singer? Or would I just be plain nothing, as nothing and as plain could be? Who knows, maybe I would be just a no thing.
If I could live forever, what would I do? Would I do good, or would I do bad? More than likely I would do both, but subjectively more good than subjectively bad.
When I’m with her, I feel like I’ve lived a life; like I’ve lived a life that’s forever.
As I lay sleeping I hear that voice call my name, each syllable bouncing off her lips, the same lips that kisses me.
If I could live forever what would I do?