Fantasy

I can die in a fire or I can die underwater.
I’ve been building my dream house for seventeen years.
I can die in an earthquake under a pile of rubble.
I’ve been putting my three perfect kids to sleep.

Or I can die in a plane crash, falling from ten thousand feet.
With cozy bedtime stories so I can have amazing sex with my blonde wife.
Heck, a plane part could fall and hit me in the head.
Wake up in the morning. Say hi to my boss.
Put in some top-level work.

I can die of disease or I can die of old age.
I was petting my bernese shepherd one day.
I can die on a run or I can die sitting on a chair.
When suddenly a lightning struck my three kids in their bed.

My boss fired me.
My wife left me for him.
And she took the dog too.

I can die in a fire or I can die underwater
But I’m still my own man
I can exist for a while or live for a little
But I’d have to tear down my dream house
For another seventeen years.