WHATEVER

Sit and dream, try not to scream
as life drifts quickly by.
Lie awake, sweat and shake,
after trying hard to fly.
Hold my hand, take a stand,
against my demented ways.
See a light, it's too bright,
I'm so sorry I can't stay;
I'm so sorry I can't stay...

Say it's a sin to be where I've been,
so why did you let me go?
Your form of help, it was no help.
What is it you didn't know?
Look around, see what I've found -
Defensive atrocities.
When I'm done, you'll have won -
but I'm sure I'll be free.

Sit and dream, try not to scream
as the past chases me.
Have a drink, try not to think
of the thoughts from which I flee.
Luminescent soul, lost its goal
as tomorrow speeds on by.
It's all too fast; no way to last.
When am I due to die...
When am I due to die?

© Barry Veinotte

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