Can i ask you to ask me if i’m okay?
Is it weird if i don’t listen to that question anyway?
Isn’t it silly to live life with a raised chin,
while my body is covered with more scar tissue than skin?
While life is given, death takes it back for a price i can’t refuse
My time isn’t worth living when there’s no gain or height to lose
Here i stand again on a sky scraping roof
Life doesn’t take me serious, it mimics my every move
These dark thoughts bring light to my soul
These bright spirits may help break my fall
Reflecting on this person in front of me
makes me wonder if there’s more beyond this glass to see
Is it okay if i walk out early?
Pretending i’m fine has taken a deadly toll on me
Never felt so alive on the edge of living
Death is the final chapter of this unfinished book I live in
While life is given, death takes it back for a price i can’t refuse
My time isn’t worth living when there’s no gain or height to lose
While life is given, death takes it back for a price i can’t refuse
My time isn’t worth living when there’s no gain or height to lose
when there’s no gain or height to lose
when there’s no gain or height to lose
Chère D.,
Hope this finds you well.
Lovely that you’ve posted the Coop.
I will always think of this effort as unhurried and us taking our time. And I like the result a lot. And quirky too!
I like it a lot that you OK’ed my using this top notch poem. If you’d like me to thank you for that, I will.
But as a rule in the Netherlands it suffices to express my gratitude and to tell you how much I enjoyed all this.
With this post on StarsRite the song, with the poem, is posted on 3 authors-only fora and I can’t wait to see/hear what the profs think about your brave work.
With the ongoing robotic uniformity, the rusty edges become more and more interesting. Just my opinion of course!
Have a marvellous time the rest of the summer!
Warm regards, Gus