words of a poet
words of a king
words of a peasant
all words sing

hear i am
remember me
i am dead
i lived for thee

no where
no how
i do not believe
this is now

give up the image
the lie the lie
give up the vision
of i      of i

He asked her why she liked swing sets
A dreamy look clouded her eyes
And her answer was simple
"It's the closest I can get to flying"
He pushed her for more answers
What about planes? Jet packs? skydiving?
There are plenty of other ways
She knew this of course, but corrected her answer
"It's the closest I can get to flying...
Without leaving the ground"
The boy thought about this, wondering:
What held her back?
He didn't know she was afraid of falling
So he continued yet again
The girl knew he wasn't going to stop asking
"I like knowing that when I jump,
I won't break
Or crash
Or collapse"
By now words were pouring like rain from her mouth
"I just like freedom surrounded in security"

Why now?
That things were looking up
You act out
And everyone gets hurt.

Why now?
The one that I thought loved me left
When I needed him the most
I wasn't good enough.

Why now?
I have my life in order
And I collapse
My health laughing in my face.

Why now?
I finally get a job
And I get fired
All because of things out of my control.

Why now?
Is it that people around me are hurting
Physically and emotionally
And there is nothing I can do to help.

Why not now?
Can life just give us a break
Let us live and maybe thrive
For once.