Knowing
that you're dying
with only your soul
somehow surviving
can be beautiful
certainly because
ain't shit unnerving
me deservedly
taking a little bit more
time to think about loving
leaving a little less time
pushing, shoving, selfishly
now becoming selfless
leaving a little bit less
life left with lifelesness
needlessly needling me
inbetween blinks succeeding
shrinking somehow heated
thoughts all wound up wanting
wondering what's been lost
wondering who's the boss
as well as what's the cost
living semi assisted lives
living on life support
starting fights for sport
appealing crimes in courts
of perverted public opinions
watching while we contort
cavorting in front of their minions
while mere minors make decisions
definitely diminiutive in stature
while somehow we're happy
existing under their dominion
ruled by mere mental midgets
I'll watch as mortals fidget
hoping to be immortal
being at one with
words I wish
to live