The Other Life
If I had a life outside the life I have, tonight,
It still wouldn't be life enough
To justify my dying, out of this life, into it.
That I don't makes it easier to avoid the dilemma,
Sidestep having to make such a life-altering change,
Start all over again,
Forming an identity capable of sustaining relationships,
Opening my emotions, to intimacy and pain.
Perhaps, it's all for the best, that I let my spirit wither,
Make no effort to revivify it,
Rather remain withdrawn, allow this life to expire,
From my fractured soul's ineradicable loneliness,
Because, tonight, I sense the life outside the life I have
Beckoning me, with visions of another life
With another life outside of it —
Infinite lives existing outside infinite lives.
04/03/09 - (2)
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