Unfinished Business

Can’t die yet, something is incomplete
“Heart of mine, don’t stop the beat”
So many unfinished business that I must meet
Inside my temple or in the street
For life is much more than standing on two feet
Or sitting in the backseat.

Eloquently death whispered in my clogged ears
“Can’t take you yet, so hold your tears”
Even death knew of my unfinished business
Or should I call it an illness.
Let us call it what it is; FEARS!!!!!!!
Fears of not understanding life’s gears.

Must complete the mission
That should be my ambition.
To conquer myself, my fears
And all of the old tears.
Let’s complete
But not compete.

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