i woke up alive
slept through another night
guess i got lucky this time
matter feels fine
flesh fits like a scuba suit
to swim thickly through this foreign life
and i crave, and i strive
holding onto what is mine
if i die tomorrow, please don't bury me
i'll be in denial for all eternity
if i die tomorrow, i will drag my feet
i've done all i can to never face reality
external dream
grasping at nothing
burning for tangibility
my confused soul
looks for a hand to hold
someday i won't have any hands
and i crave, and i strive
i hold on to this life
if i die tomorrow....
One Thing I know
Death hurts, a veteran since accident accordianed me in a taxi 1994. Living is odd like reality (great line by the way) "never face it" or seek it out (future questing). Just keep waking up. That's a plan too.