I've been dead so long my bones creak.
I want to taste life but outside I don't speak.
I move with critical thinking and never live beyond the dare,
too much thinking leaves my heart shaking and full of fear.
The living is fearless and explores the world,
I rapidly hold back on life I'm in need of a hurl.
Others claim the moments and taste the uncanny events boldly.
I fumble like a scarecrow with my heart in my hand coldly .