Your dying!
I'm dying!
We're all dying!
You, me, the people on tv.
Every second we're dying slowly.
Which begs the question...
Why?
Why do we do it?
Do anything?
Work?
Learn?
Try?
When we all know that one day...
None of this will matter.
Thomas Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-of-dying-2/
