My Immortal

I don’t want to live each day
As though it were my last
I don’t want to think that tomorrow
These breathes may be my last
Instead I forcefully embrace the immortal
As if I were promised a lifetime
And then some
As though I have all the time in the world
To stop and smell the rose a little longer
Even pull out the thorns
And present it to a lover
I’ll pause the clock and rush no more
So I can let my laughter linger
I refuse to see myself under the coroner’s sheet
So I can smile at the stranger in the street
In the hope we’ll be friends next time we meet
See the wonders of the world
And maybe make a few more of our mould