Expiration

It is when I feel as though the days are long

and the nights are too short,

that I find myself pondering the way that humans live.

We spend hours contemplating what we will

do in the possible future,

forgetting that for some future will never come.

If the days we had were printed on our hands,

would we feel better or worse?

Would time pass faster or slower

if we all knew our expiration dates?

How would we treat one another

if we could see how many years, months,

weeks, days, hours, minutes, or seconds

everyone else had?

Would there be more respect or more chaos?

Less love and more hate or vice versa?

Will we ever reach a day where there is a balance,

even if we don't know how long we are going to live?