Dead and Alive

I once heard a story

About a widow

Whose husband

Was still alive

He hadn’t died

Like dead

But his mind

Stopped

Thinking

And he was paralyzed

Quiet

Numb

The widow

Wasn’t having none

Of her husband’s mind

Gone dead and quiet

She started asking

Questions

And he started to respond

Awakened

Something

In

Him

The more she asked

The more he answered

The more he answered

The more he thought

The more he thought

The more he created

The more he created

The more he became

The more he became

The more he loved

The widow never widowed

And the husband

Loved

His mind reawakened

From a broken pain

All because of

Her asking questions

He came alive

Choose to Live

In almost every city

I lost my youth

I made some friends

Then on I went

No worry or dread

Then there was

Sometimes in every

Other city or two

I got swept away

And started to dream

I’d dream and dream

Until I went blind

And my life became

Bright city lights

And trying to survive

I lost my values

And I lost my youth

Only to find

A stronger me

And some truth

The truth is this,

I thank God

For bright city lights

And people who choose

To live

Instead of to survive