It is so warm and comfortable inside.
Please, wait, stop. I try to hide.
I am not ready to arrive-
to become one of the living
only half alive.
Who the hell put you in charge?
Who let you decide that my eyes
were ready to be filled
with earthly light?
Alas, here I am-
the choice was not mine!
Born into the contract of existence
before I had the chance to sign.
The member of a family
that I did not pick,
they welcome me joyously
as I cry, scream, and kick.
The years of my youth
pregnant with confusion and doubt,
wild desires and passions uncouth,
desperately seeking to know
what it's all about.
Been here now many years,
yet I still cannot control the tears.
How fragile this life,
full of wonder, majesty and fear.
My mind has become heavily saturated
with the memories that fill it,
bearing the weight of longings
I cannot admit.
But I want to remain here,
for life is the essence of being,
the epitome of experience.
Death meddles with lively music,
mutes the soundtrack of life- silence.
Please, death, stop approaching me,
as though I consented to go-
there is so much more about this life
I long to know!
Wait! I beg you,
I have unfinished business to attend
that I have been putting off-
how could I have foreseen the end?
So stubborn you are,
taking me so suddenly without
warning
or
cause.
I suppose the lesson learned
is to take the time
to press
p a u s e .
Please, wait, stop. I try to hide.
I am not ready to arrive-
to become one of the living
only half alive.
Who the hell put you in charge?
Who let you decide that my eyes
were ready to be filled
with earthly light?
Alas, here I am-
the choice was not mine!
Born into the contract of existence
before I had the chance to sign.
The member of a family
that I did not pick,
they welcome me joyously
as I cry, scream, and kick.
The years of my youth
pregnant with confusion and doubt,
wild desires and passions uncouth,
desperately seeking to know
what it's all about.
Been here now many years,
yet I still cannot control the tears.
How fragile this life,
full of wonder, majesty and fear.
My mind has become heavily saturated
with the memories that fill it,
bearing the weight of longings
I cannot admit.
But I want to remain here,
for life is the essence of being,
the epitome of experience.
Death meddles with lively music,
mutes the soundtrack of life- silence.
Please, death, stop approaching me,
as though I consented to go-
there is so much more about this life
I long to know!
Wait! I beg you,
I have unfinished business to attend
that I have been putting off-
how could I have foreseen the end?
So stubborn you are,
taking me so suddenly without
warning
or
cause.
I suppose the lesson learned
is to take the time
to press
p a u s e .