The Lonesome Lottery of Life
December 26, 2020
“The doctrine of immortality of the soul has more threat than comfort.” – Mason Cooley
I’m the winner! I guess I’ve won
Since I don’t have to meet our maker.
Now, I get to be the last one.
Immortality… isn’t it fun?
Existence is a repetitive, continuous oscillator.
But I’m the winner… I guess I’ve won.
I was a jack of all trades, master of none.
But with eternal life, I could be a dictator
Seeing as I get to be the last one.
I start to unravel, becoming undone.
As more time passes. I feel like a traitor
And not the winner, though I guess I’ve won…
I want it to be over, but it’s only begun.
I will never reach an end, as there’s always later
Since now I get to be the last one.
There’s so much infinite, I’ll never be done.
But isn’t this life so much greater?
I’m the winner, I guess I’ve won
Now that I get to be the last one.