I drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes.
I still see my children as lion cubs and I am their Mommy.
I used to be afraid of dying too young, I still should be afraid.
I am not afraid of dying anymore, no matter what it's about
        I'm sure it'll be a dirty trick of some sort.

You might be set in your ways, your drinking, your children.
You are not a beautiful creature, but you are beautiful and a creature.
You talk so much at times and at others you are sometimes speechless.
You dress up, you dress down, your poems dress as you do.

We are so obvious in our oblivion.
We are shaking standing still.
We are at the end of someone's rope.
We'd be better nameless.

In the morning the dying is hard, the loving easy:
If you say so you say, and mean it, every word, mean it.



�2005 by John Eivaz