Merry-go-rounds don't spell home.

                 And death never fails to escape your attention,even when you have ADHD. Your eyes flicker,darting like tongues of chameleons on sunny branches,but never faster than your words. But death; it surpasses your diseased shields and grips your wrists till its nails pinch you to its inevitability. There,in the reddening of the leaves creeps up a brown,shrouded by faked innocence. There,in the harmless moment you sneeze. You don't even suspect when it bites the flesh off you,and only when you're a masqueraded city of calcium,calcium and collagen,bleak chemistry,that you realize death took you from you. All your endless rides of bicycles on cloudless nights,wondering what you'd call out as your last name when death chalks out your dance,wither because you glorified death with credentials it did not earn. Pride on being the dusk of humanness as you lay smothered in a blanket of life,the casket brimming with agents to make you nutrients for plant life. Science won't tell you how it comes or what it brings,and rely not on spirituality to cushion the pain of death. For nothing,not even counting sheep at nights where your brain:meat essentially,marathons over possibilities of heaven after life. For not I believe in the maybes that might,nor in the dread of the unexpected guest we all know will present itself as the charming choice. I trust,in my muscles to carry me to cold carved stones in woods,in my lips to remember your white smiles,in my now,in being nothing but a vessel of thought and life,that'll not overtake my being if I wane,for I will wax again,but that is a story for another time,and all I am today is a procession of naivety of death and will continue to be so till it decides to relieve me of my longing. For death is the master disguise,camouflaged in plain sight,it thrives here,but so does life.