One of these mornings

" One of these mornings
Won't be very long
They will look for me
And I'll be gone "

To think I'm still here
As though our time has never been past
To believe in it as a mere
Reflection of a life that's been gone fast.

Fast as the beating of my heart,
Busy as the people on these streets.

One of these mornings...
They'll wake up to find me gone...
Despite of all the warnings...
I'll be here no more...