I start to see the cracks on my hand

My body shrinks, my brain more grand

The less I’m here, the closer I am

My body shrinks, I’m no more bland

Face starts to pucker, it makes me wonder

Am I close to finding out?

As my bones start to brittle

I think a little, then smile

I might get to see them soon

I twiddle my thumbs, try to run a mile

Collapse and as I do

I find out what I wondered

And I get t...