For the Living

FOR THE LIVING (ALREADY DEAD) AS CREATIVITY WANES, MY SPIRIT, IT ALSO FADES …… NO ROOM LEFT FOR LIVING BUT I AM FAR TO YOUNG TO DIE NO ENERGY LEFT FOR GIVING BECAUSE MY RETURN ARE THE TEARS I CRY WHISPERS ARE MY VOICE UNHEARD FAINTER BREATHS YOU’LL NEVER BREATHE AND THE LIFE THAT I AM LIVING STILL WON’T ALLOW ME TO SEE THE MEANINGS THAT ELUDE ME ARE THE ANSWERS I SEEK TO FIND THE DREAMS THAT DIE FOR ME EACH DAY REMIND ME OF MY FLEETING TIME HERE CAN’T OVERCOME THE WEATHER HEAVY CLOUDS OBSTRUCT MY VIEW FOLLOW MY HEART OR FOLLOW MY HEAD NEITHER IS SURE OF WHAT TO DO ANYMORE I LIVE MY LIFE FOR THE LIVING FOR I AM ALREADY DEAD NO RETURN FOR ALL THE GIVING IN THE END IT IS AS I SAID, ALREADY DEAD …I TRY TO IMAGINE WHAT IT MUST BE LIKE TO LIVE TRY TO REMEMBER IF I EVER REALLY DID THE WASTED YEARS THAT GOT ME THROUGH THE DARKEST FEARS I’VE EVER KNOWN HAVEN’T BENEFITED ME IN ANY WAY AND AS MY UNSPOKEN WORDS HAVE YET TO REVEAL I’M LIKE A BOOK THAT HAS NEVER BEEN OPENED… SO I LIVE MY LIFE FOR THE LIVING BECAUSE I AM ALREADY DEAD THE LESSON I LEARNED IS THE ONE THAT I’M GIVING BECAUSE IN THE END IT IS AS I SAID, I’M ALREADY DEAD