By Brent     BLong@onecom.com
Date: 6 April 1999

While It Lasted

The sad eyes of the lost ones, 
The grimness, the confusion, one's cry for help.

Why must every one look at me?
I'm fine, why can't they see?

Sure the bags under my eyes are heavy, and I have no expression,
But I'm fine, I'm not a sad person, I'm not a dying soul.

The weight of the world appears on my shoulders, but I feel no bearing,
I feel light, I see happiness, why must you say there's none?

I don't drag along, I jump and laugh.
I don't sit and wait, I run and fly.

What do you mean I'm not a living thing?
What? Why? But....oh...you mean I never REALLY woke from that coma?

But I felt life at it's greatest, I was free.
Oh, that was my final wish.

Are you sure, oh, I see, well, it was nice while it lasted.
Give my regards to me, I'm going out.

See you later...or not.