There aren’t enough hours
In the day
For me to live my life
In every way
I always dreamed of living
I want to write
I want to paint
I want to read
I want to know
Every word in every book
I want to love
I want to befriend
Too many people
Are we all just dying?
Is that all there is to life, dying?
Are our bodies already betraying us?
Are we dying of cancer
Or ALS
Or AIDS
Is an aneurysm on the horizon?
How can I live
Knowing that I’m dying
How can I find purpose
Knowing my time is ticking?
How can god be good
When he doesn’t give his children
Enough time to choose
In a world of too many choices
Of too much noise
I don’t want us all to be dying
-birch
---
Don't worry y'all, I'm going to therapy.
I feel ya.
ReplyDelete