There is an urgency in my mind

As my time in this country approaches its end

Haste! Haste!

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?