it was as though

death was so close that

there was no further

way to think about life

and what it was like to

be alive, yet the sun

still came up somehow and

the minutes kept passing

like a breeze still keeps

shaking the leaves; the

chair was never as

comfortable as standing

even if you do not want

to do something but

the words needed to be

written and the song

needed to be sung even

if it the right time

to do it seems as if

it would never come and

there was only one way

to convey the coming

of that night even though

it was still day,

as if a way to prevent

the end of

the daylight

and you are my

day light