I was told life was going to crash me
and I believed it so well I crush it to powder
soft, forever hanging around like dust.
The air around me is life itself, I sniff the air and breathe it in,
life has the sweetest taste in my lungs.
The sun above me reflects my shadows upon the life I have around,
nothing can break it, I shadows and life my wall.
I was told life was to be, by me, forever haunted
and I believed so well I died inside her
deep, so life I am your womb, your tomb.
The cries I let out every now and then,
like a human being I behave so well,
the laughter I, not graciously at all,
burst and explode into your faces,
the lying implied when I live so well,
because life, my dear hanging around, is dust and air I sniff.
I was told life was going to make me a beggar,
and I believed it so well I begged before and now she's mine,
the pain, dear life, I extend my hand to you.
''I am not afraid of dying, there is nothing dangerous in death.
Life, it is where danger is held''
James W. Jones