A life lived to the fullest should be the thing stuck in our heads, but all I see is a burning apartment; it makes us cringe instead. Weeks go by until I believe that what I've come to know is as real as seeing palm trees grow in places that it snows. Taking, twisting words and meanings. Picking, pulling lines and phrases. Choose. You see good and pass up on it. Screaming, shouting just platonic. Choose. Stay with the person you left unattended. Wait for a message that won't get sent. Learn how to swallow the words you never meant and accept them. Around his body’s ashes I stood there and watched his son approach his worst fear. A suffering on both ends it would seem unfair. I'm not one for change but now the change is surrounding me. Tell me how you'll keep on rotting if no one sets you free. And if we're being honest well I don't know how I’d cope. I'd try to tell myself what I’d do but I don't really know, no I don't know.