he is many things
a musical
writer
on a
self loathing
train to nowhere
and though it may have crossed his mind
he did not wish to die
but rather
he wished to live forever
and his greatest fault
was that he thought he could
and among the space
between sleep and wakefulness
he envisioned a happy day
he knew would come
and even if it did not
he would still rise the next morning
to meet the day with enthusiasm

some days it is all he has though
to write it down