suppose I am alive
suppose I am alive and
suppose it's all an accident and there's no purpose
my mind skits around it
and revels in it while ignoring the question
if I'm lucky enough to have been given that choicewhich I amso what to do with this new found freedomi don't have to have something written on my tomb stone
or answer a questionnaire on what I have accomplished in my life before I peg it the answer is nothing, something, it doesn't matter, life is still worthwhile, in the sense I exist and then I won't. and that's ok. it's all an accident, or something, and here I am and here I won't be.
so I take no more responsibility that I am alive. it wasn't my choice. but I am alive and I will live.
Heidi Allen October 2009
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