Staring death in the face
For a second
Took me apart
For a moment

                                And I stopped
                                And I breathed
       And I realised just how much
        I don’t want to go
       Not anymore

I didn’t breathe straight away
Actually
First came the butterflies
(but they weren’t of excitement)

                                  Maybe they were moths

And I shook
Like a brown paper bag
You can throw away
Because nothing happens

                After that I went and
                Got on my train
                I went on a protest march
                For what I care about
Because I want to make a difference