Are you even breathing?
Do you even see?
Are you left reeling
through trying to be?
You're not even living:
you're not alive.
This is not a movie plot:
you're one day gonna die.
Things don't sort themselves;
quibbles don't come out in the wash.
Problems don't iron their creases -
and your every breath is now the cost.
You have to forgive and forget
but not forget the point:
we're beings with feelings and hearts,
and we betray when we aren't joint
in mutual pursuit of truth;
in the mutual chase of the gay.
You're breathing, but open your eyes:
start living today.