Afraid to live, afraid to die.
Afraid to live, afraid, afraid, afraid.
A too close fog horn sound fogging my ears,
a thunder drumming war drums drumming me,
get up, get out, go get getting, live, live, live,
begging, springing me to action, away from the itch to fear, gripping the news,
killing me mort, like a done for, afraid, a done for, in these rooms.
Yet, all of us now, still alive, a-murmur-mur-mur-murring,
a-purpurring, still alive, are still alive I say, still a-living. But not like a-living living like still life fruit in a bowl, flowers spent already, all lived out. A living it up kind of living, over here, over there, a life lived out to fullness, I’m just a-beginning everyday, halfway or not. Not, not and not afraid to die.