There is an urgency in my mind
As my time in this country approaches its end
Make the most of these last days
Why did I not appreciate before?
Or perhaps I did and now am just doubting myself?
Take in each scene
Like I’m watching my own funeral
Like I’m already saying goodbye
Why is it we only have urgency
When we approach the end?
Whey do I not treasure each moment
When they are here?