Tell me when its time to go,
till then I will keep the watch,
wakeful, dreaming.
Do beleive me when I say at the end,
that I lived a good life,
useful, used.
I have friends I haven’t talked to
in ages, who haven’t talked
to me either.
I have thoughts that have gone to sleep
while I’m still awake,
aware, thoughtless.
Did I have a choice in
forming my ‘good’ and ‘bad’?
Or were they given me, like life?
You get life, and then
you cant give it back, the weight
is yours alone.
Weigh me down with sandcastles,
momentary pleasures and noise,
thoughts can wait.
You can wait, and keep a watch,
or you can cheat, and take
a life you never gave yourself.