What I Mean
Death is not the worst of things
death, I mean, in its physical sense
though the figurative meaning is
the stale air, the numb, untense
not feeling anything
no hints of passion or pain
not even like when the devil
beats his wife, both sun and rain
I mean nothing
just going through the motions
of what you must do for existence
breathing, wading heavy oceans
but it doesn't bother you even then
not like it used to before
just waiting, but not really for something
unspecified, dreamless inner core
some say you're easy going
happy-go-lucky you just may be
nah, just uncaring, unconcerned
lost with no way to free
not wrapped up or loose
just kinda hanging...somewhere between
literal death, the best of things
do you see what I mean?