Stay On The Cusp

Live while you're living, remember the dead don't need your sympathy; they're past their pain (but yours is just now beginning, they said) Compassion yourself, if you must bleed And if the empathic delusions exceed The floating sum balance, that you're here right now In spite of existence of pain, disease; how You can wake again daily, though without a plan (And you know no one holds you in the palm of their hand) So live while you’re living, without holding back, just borrow some light, from other stars on your track Then dream of some heaven, if you find that you must- But as for your living, stay right on the cusp..