Wasting away in a hospital bed
hair falling in clumps on the sheets
and veins protruding the skin like
copper ore.

Taking doses of therapy in trickles
down the plastic tube that burrows
in my arm like so many rabbits.
Pressing the button to relieve the
agony.

So when I leave this world
behind, remember
I'll be just fine, I've got my
words all picked out,
I know just what I'll say
to He who makes.

And if He laughs at me,
I'll know what I suspected
was always true. Just a lonely
child playing building blocks
with hearts and souls.

So when I leave this world
behind, remember
I'll be just fine, I've got my
words all picked out,
I know just what I'll say
about you and I.