Lying in a hospital bed
With more wires hanging from me than a marionette
I still have no regrets
I know I must care for myself
But I must also taste the air and cherish every breath
Once you’ve really lived
No one can steal that from fact
And so
With a smile on my face
And my fear in checkmate
I know with no bluff
That it’s far better to live too much
Than to not live enough.
