Life and Death

You have to grab life
There’s just not enough fucking time
I don’t know how many people you know that have died...
But mine have been substantial
The people lost feel like near extinct animals
I have cried too many times for the souls left alive
For the wishes unfilled
For the tears we’ll never dry
For the times I didn’t speak
Didn’t tell them what I believed
Never allowed the sparks to pass between
Like lovers dancing on the screen
Left somewhere in an open field
All the random possibilities
The chances. The other realities.
Testing our patience for this time and space
For another path that led us to another place  
For all the love that never was, for the love that cannot be erased.
For the wasted hours we seem to chase
All the magic you degrade
Will only pave the way for senseless shame
Will only make your star fade
Keep you in servitude ‘til the day your inheritors stake a claim  
Far too many phenomenal people gone too soon
Lost to nonsense, mental illness and self abuse
Fucked fate and illness, some stemming from when they sat in the womb
Unaware of the impending doom
Never knowing they walked through life with a bomb strapped to their necks
Never getting the chance to reflect
To say the things they needed to say
So for only this I pray
Let me get my work and my loving done
In stories woven, in worlds worked, in songs sung

6/22/23