I shouldn’t have to, so you’ve said But for each tear my lashes shed Each seems to equal drops you’ve bled And so each time the moisture spreads I watch my choices in my head And question how you could accept Such offering, so maladept How could you choose to sustain breath Of others when it means your death My sorrow over how I’m blessed Because of you can’t be expressed I wonder, is this just a test? A slumber till I wake from rest? A trough before I hit the crest? The worst before I get the best? And will this realm of pain be missed? Or thought of as a painful gift? Insane or plainly pascifist? I pray that they may co-exist Like pieces of a puzzle fit As closely as they both can get I’m closer now, we will not split Until your will determines it