Whats being asked of i, can not be fulfilled for you,
if i did what you needed, what hell id have too crawl through.
The need for preservation is bigger, than the need for do, the want of preservation ain't always wanted, and it ain't always true.
IL grab my opportunities when they arise, IL drink my drink till i fall, IL scrunch up mockingly, and IL be laughing standing tall.
They say theres a waiting process in progress, but its gaining speed slowly,i say theres a bit of nothingness in me of which i cant digress, lets just say its dying quickly.
Climbing stairs and then falling down, thats the main part of my day, like a many of us we idly do little and happiness is to Wilt away.
One more day here and IL have the life sucked right out of me, they will paint me big, word me wrongly chastise me discreetly and when small i wall fall, IL fold tired, precisely and neatly.IL say goodbye, tears stab my cradle as i whittle and die. i repeatedly say the words (hushed and haggardly) good bye!
