I've Given Up Running

I've given up running because Death is a friend I'm still waiting to meet between each breath Sure, at intervals with pliers, he can pull out my teeth. But know that I'm still grinning anyway when I fall Without the strength to stand up alone. Death is a friend who'll knock and call when I'm old And if I'm lucky, I'll be sleeping at that time. It'll be like falling off a floating log balancing And entering another submergible world Without a hello or goodbye, remembering All I knew, plus one more delusional dream Entering another without a second glance Like a watercolour, I'll dry and set it all again I'll amalgamate the future and the past And darling, then I'll awaken and kiss you I'll awaken and kiss you once again and ask you to take me home and guide me upstairs. To your eternal suffused morning glow A horizon that always seems so far away. But not as far away as a place called Tomorrow that emits no sound or freedom from the present Ten times more current. Even when without delusion, I close my eyes or sleep.