Moment of Truth

When the moment of truth arrives,

I don’t think my last rational thought will be about the question of heaven or hell,

Or about another new life as a human, animal, plant, or breath of air.

I will have only one lingering question that will present itself in bold neon letters,

“Did I screw this thing up?”

The rules will be unspoken but clear.

There will be no debate.

No defenses.

No explanations.

Only Yes or No will be allowed.

Simultaneously there will be a loud clock ticking,

But I will be frozen in time.

Nothing will happen until I answer.

Yes

Or

No.