Why Wait to Die?

Why wait to die?

To feel my heart and soul.

To meet the terror of my days,

Hiding, lurking in the shadows.

Why wait to die?

To feel the love

Of no tomorrows,

To weep the cry

Of truly letting go.

Why wait to die?

To see, to touch, to taste,

All this for the very last time.

Why wait to die?

To be broken open,

With all defenses left aside,

And to be felt and touched

By life itself.

Why wait to die?

To look the lover in their eyes,

To see them moist

From looking with the heart.

Why wait to die?

To love,

To be,

That which I’ve always been.

Why wait to die?

To lay, to bow, to kiss,

The feet of all who wander,

All in reverence to this love.

Why wait to die?

To tell the truth,

And to be freed

From shackles of pretending.

Why wait to die?

To hear, to listen

To the sweet song

That sings us into existence.

Why wait to die?

To give it all up,

The fight, the struggle,

The attempt to cover up this life.

Why wait to die?

Why wait to live?