For Julia

Is who I am when I'm awake a dream, Or is facing death the real delusion? Some of us scream, While others seek seclusion. A lonely path no one wishes to chart. Vain, preening, needy, fierce; All those mean nothing at the end. Nothing is permanent. My ever-changing self Will become unrecogniseable. However, one thing is clear. The world goes on after we die, Yet our possibilities remain infinite. Amanda Riddell February 2025