More time

I want more time, what for? When I think of the rest of my life, I wonder what else there is. What would I miss if I didn’t get to live it? Isn’t it all pretty much the same?

If I were able to live for a millennia, I think I would. Why not? Might get some kicks out of it. But if I were able to choose immortality, I don’t know. Part of me wants to die, I think. But when I find newness that gives me life, I fear death.

If I could always find newness, maybe I would choose eternal life. But then what if I changed my mind? I’d be doomed not to die. Even if that were the case, I think I’d find something new and be alright.