And before you know it, it's over, before you even quite knew how it happened, even though you knew this day would come, and that's it, the finality rends, for all is gone, but one keeps moving, the world doesn't stop for you or anyone else, and with that, time does heal in a strange way, for with time, choices that were once open are closed, and that such choices made are now forever and nevermore.
I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.