Do you know what it means
To be born to die
It is to fight the alienation of our flesh and our souls
It is to give our possessions-our money our bodies our time
Just to be hurt by another who was only trying to live through the pain
Choosing to subject ourselves to absolution delivered by the weak rather than time
Why do we not wait for the other life
Instead stretching our palm out to feel what remains inside us
Will I feel this prepared when I'm 29
Or will I become a slave to preservation
Will I live for the sake of living
Im young and I'm standing at the lake 30 feet from my door
What makes a girl stare
at the water
Other than the tired weight
Of the space she inhabits
I'm so young
But now I know
There's no worse pain than to stop loving and not being able to leave
So I will leave
not even the fear of
death is strong enough
to keep me trapped inside her
just to keep my heart beating
