death wanted to see my face
i picked flowers
to bring her a present
such a honor to finally meet her
she said that i looked good
only death would say that
my people in the land of the living
mostly ask if i'm ok
death says there's nothing wrong
with not being ok at all
suffering people are people still
oh she seems to know so much
i ask her if it's ok to be useless
won't ask life, she's too busy
she mostly does , while death mostly watches
she says people's not made to be useful
you are just supposed to be
and it's not like i don't want to believe her.
