Don't you want to live?
No, I want to be remembered
Don't you want to feel?
No, my glory is deprivation
Don't you want to be loved?
No, I just want to serve
Such an existence
Won't feel the transition of death
They chose it long before
Self-inflicted martyrdom
Masochists in a hero's mask
Fine lines get crossed
The quest to be good
Convolutes what is right
And the need to be right often suffocates
The joy and natural process
... of being human.
To everyone who understands that the reasons for living can't be born of, bought by, or earned from.... standing on one side or the other of an ultimatum... even if that ultimatum is your own.
