RE-

Resuscitated, raised again

For what, I do not know.

To give you my words

Of humanity? That’s all

I can think off, I don’t know

Why I am still here, I didn’t

Think I‘d make it past thirty.

Here I am almost double that

I must be doing something

Wrong/right, I live a happy

Sadness, you can have all

I have got.  We are spinning

Out of control.  We reach

For a God/money and find

Ourselves deflated not in-

Flated, we are our own

Worst enemy.

In us there is a placebo-

Effect but we are blind

Believing a savior

Will come.  You are

The savior and your

Words are the sun.

So rise again and think

that you are one.