IF MINDS ARE IMMORTAL
What if, indeed, my consciousness persists,
And I’m possessed of an immortal mind,
A thought the die-hard rationalist resists,
But what credentialed psychics have divined?
Convinced of this, I think my life would change:
I would not be a victim of despair,
And much of what I do I’d rearrange
No longer frightened of some demon’s snare.
And yet, the power of a deadline to
Focus the mind and keep one on the ball
Incentivizes much of what I do—
Without such urgent prompting, I might stall.
Without the scythe’s sound swishing at my back,
My mind’s creative tension would go slack.