sunshine & sadness

011

Count back from three.

Blow out the candles
Wait for the camera to flash,
For the timer to end
Or the traffic light to change.

From a young age,
We all learn the same three numbers.
Each becoming something as ordinary as time itself.

If only we could recognize,
Each increment
Even in threes, adds up to when we leave.

You have three years left,
Two months left,
One week left.

And when time runs out,
We're with one of three things;
Pleasure
Neutrality
Or flatline.