Chairs sit stacked silently awaiting return

Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore

I admit what I did was rather unusual
maybe even somewhat unruling;
Although i'm not sorry for being me
i just wanted to make you happy

Wake up
Eat
Go to Work
Sleep
Repeat

But what really is it
That gets us on our feet

For some it is
Money

For others it could be
Honey (wink wink)

I think it is kind of funny
How we relay so much so often

When all we’re ending up in a
Coffin.

Every-so-often
A loved one ends up in the Earth

But very every pound of Earth
Is another Birth
So be it a Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde
We all have a chuckle,
And some of us have even cried

While some get high
To pass the life away

Some choose to look high
And forward to the next day

frozen fingers follow fire-lit skin

It was my birthday
Just any other day

June 1st
Death had plans for my hearse

Rolled over and faced the digital face
Little did I know, I had to race

Back into darkness I fell, instantly awake again
Fell right out of bed, and that’s where, when, it began

Used the wall to pull myself up
My legs were just down, I reached for my cup

I don’t ask why
I never cried

It was my 10th birthday
Death **** me, I wanna go back to that day

I sit, unable to feel,
Unbeknownst I fall

“I can’t walk mom”
“I said get to your chores”

8 days back and forth

It’s climbing and I’m falling
In Walmart, I start balling

I’ve fallen in the parking lot
On faux hopes it would pass

MRIs and CATs
Finally, a spinal

I’m dying
Deep inside, I knew

My gut knew

If time only exists when we forget it exists, when it ceases to exist, then what really is time?