******** 93 **********


Cant stop chasing a dream just coz I’m told,

Cant stop holding onto youth while growing prematurely old,

Feels like I’m 93 today although they say I’m looking fine,

Wanna know why I’m not working yet, it happens all the time

But I’m all jumbled up inside, haven't got the words,

Haven't got the energy to make myself heard,

Skin like peach hiding withered fruit, the vegetable disease with an invisible root,

Dribbling and choking, unable to swallow, a rollercoaster ride from winning to wallow,

A white knuckle nasty silently screaming, want to keep living, want to keep dreaming.

But I can't run away from the slow lingering death, my legs won't allow it and nor will my breath, it's my dying day, 93 years old, that's how it feels when M.E takes a hold.


Keep on keepin' on. Back before Elvis.


                                   


 

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