Fantasy

I can die in a fire or I can die underwater. I’ve been building my dream house for seventeen years.

I can die in an earthquake under a pile of rubble. I’ve been putting my three perfect kids to sleep. Or I can die in a plane crash, falling from ten thousand feet. With cozy bedtime stories so I can have amazing sex with my blonde wife. Heck, a plane part could fall and hit me in the head. Wake up in the morning. Say hi to my boss. Put in some top-level work.

I can die of disease or I can die of old age. I was petting my bernese shepherd one day. I can die on a run or I can die sitting on a chair. When suddenly a lightning struck my three kids in their bed.

My boss fired me. My wife left me for him. And she took the dog too.

I can die in a fire or I can die underwater But I’m still my own man I can exist for a while or live for a little But I’d have to tear down my dream house For another seventeen years.