I woke up from a deep sleep,
A tormenting trip inside a long, scary pit,
Forced myself to breathe—exist,
In fear that I’ll be gone in a blink.
It’s crazy how we, people think,
Scared of living, scared of dying,
A full cycle of fear giving birth to another fear,
Is there anyone that could break-free?
If death meant just resting,
Waiting long enough to live happily,
Would you do something differently?
Would you speed up or would you slow down?
