Listen to the Thunder

What's it like,
to have all your days numbered?

Why don't I ask you?
What? Too absurd?

You don't know how long you'll be here,
and the end very well may be near.

Are you living in fear
of an end
that's impossible, to
away from
steer?

Crazy as it seems,
I may not be here next week.
What would you do then?
Without your friend the geek?

Is the answer
to never get too attached?
I don't think that's it,
if it is,
I guess I should appear 100 times
more detached.

The answer to the question,
that still makes me wonder,
is to live each day as it comes,
roll with the punches,
and of course,
just listen to the thunder.