Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Once at the age of 17
And then again at 25
Yeah, so I know what
it feels like to die.

I remember the tingle
Of life in my limbs
And the fear on the faces
Of my family and friends

Nights like this I lie awake
having flashbacks in the rain
people try to sympathize
but they didn’t feel my pain.

Until you hear a doctor tell
Your parents you are dying
Or hear the pain in your father’s voice
When he and my mother are crying

I live for carpe diem
Because I was given a chance
And I relish every second
Because life is like a dance.

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