No,
You're not the one whose hair escaped you
From the chemo treatments
Roving for potable water
Or on a diet of only rice for three years

No,
You're not the one who is just about leaving
Sitting in prison for crimes the universe made you do
Or the one beat half to death by a troupe of enraged hominids

But don't you think it's sad you have to do that?
Like Jesus Christ
Bent to yourself
Like Mohammad Blessed Be His Name
Forced to prophecy what kills you
Like the Buddha
With your ***** desires
Accessing higher dimensions fully aware of your ineptitude?

Sitting in a mansion crying
Covered in peanut butter,
Crying to the moon
You are almost the same size as the sun in the sky
What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You definitely hit the nail on the head
But wasn't it into your own?

Was it the best thing or the worst
And never having a metric to judge it against?

Don't you think

Don't you think

But don't you think it's sad you had to do that?