How Many Words Do We Have Left Before Old Age

How many words do we have left before old age, the kind that fill our eyes with rivers of joy? How many breaths, from the very first one, until we give up on this reality? How many more times, before the promised reckoning, will they screen us a movie at night — a prophetic one? The director will hand over the main idea, one that works better than a slap across the face. How many outlooks, before rebirth, will shatter against their own fences? We'll rise up from the ashes right away, like a phoenix on the day of its self-immolation. How many feelings — and which one will turn out to be the true friend brave enough to cross the river Styx, and won't refuse to pay the ferryman his fare? How much does a ticket to the heavens cost? And God willing, it'll be crowded up there! I'll smile at the local population, and I won't get in the way — and I'll rise again. How many times must the script repeat? What's the lesson, and how old are we, really? And the ending's already known in advance… but the show goes on regardless.