Dying’s Not an Orchestra under Your Baton

Some people get excited
To find out that they’re dying,

And suddenly start vowing
To make the most of each day.

Relax, friends. We were always
Dying, dying all the way.

The days, as such, remain days—
Some will be wonderful, some

Shit, the way it’s always been
Around and around this sun.

You don’t have to perfect it.
Each day’s your day, dawn to gone.