Stay Alive   1 comment

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory”
That line resonates with me.
Does is symbolize my life’s futility?
Or does the specter of death drive a person to their destiny?

I’ll never make history
I won’t be on money, the worlds already forgotten me
Even though I show a certain proclivity
All I see is dust on my skills, my talents, on me.

Do I resign to be abandoned, alone?
Give up on life, be shut in at home?
Neglect the skills I’ve taken years to hone
Until I wither to dust and bone?

No! I’ve decided I’m going to take my shot.
Insecurities, fears; yeah I have a lot.
But even if I miss, and get forgotten
It better than letting it all turn rotten

I don’t want to quit, I want to keep trying
and get busy living, but there’s no denying
that I think way too much about dying
But I think that hides my underlying

Will to survive
My will to thrive
My fitful drive
to stay alive.

– Shaman Romney 2016

P.S: Listening to too much Hamilton? No such thing. 🙂

Posted 05/12/2016 by Shaman in Poetry

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  1. great poem

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