I do not want to die,
I say,
I have so much,
Of life to play

Dance till the dawn,
Kiss under stars,
Read every book,
Play ball on mars,

Marry my love,
Have big bright home,
Spawn children too,
Look at them grow,

Have them hold me,
On my last day,
I do not want to die,
I pray

With every day the future fades,
Eventually it disappears,
The splitting crossroads of life's ways,
Now all lead through my deepest fears,

One day I thought I had it all,
The world looked like a food buffet,
And with whatever I could roll,
And there was always the next day,

Now fingers on my hands can count,
The moments I have here to spend,
Before I will be laying found,
no breath, still heart, and pronounced dead

What would you do,
If your heart,
Was made,
Of tinfoil.

Would you try to,
Flatten it,
Each time,
It's balled up?

Bring it back to,
It's old state,
Shiny,
Unblemished?

Or would you let,
It keep all,
The spikes,
Crevices.

It feels like it has always felt,
The wind I breathed, the soil I smelled,
The big white whales, soaring above,
The small black leech, sucking out love,
The cat, the plants, the ghosts, the hurt,
It feels like it has always felt.

Chunks of my heart,
fell long ago,
in a torrent,
I've seen them flow,
Never again,
I thought I'll see,
I just felt pain,
I ceased to be,
But fishing through,
waters of life,
found them again,
they felt so right.