strike me dead

Strike me dead, if you will, if you must

But I’ve survived one hundred percent

Of my bad days

My good-for-nothing, thoughtless days

I trust the process, reap the results

And pray to god I get to do it again

I can be killed, just not by you

Breathing poems with every step of my shoe

Ballistic missiles tearing down every rebuke

Heat-seeking rays devour simplistic views

Though I find myself down in the blues

I realize not everyone can see what I see

Or believe what I believe

I’ve been led to find the spirits who do

Life’s too short to take someone’s scraps

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