giver

i’m in bad shape
don’t know how you’d expect to find me
let alone be able to rise me up
joining the deep levels again
set aside time to recover
but i’m up before the sun
working away on something new
keep myself occupied
take the illness off my mind
until i come across you
teary eyed and blue
begging me to stop
go rest my eyes
but i want to be remembered
for spending the last part
as active and exciting
not lying around dying
though time catches up
i might not have a say
so hold my position
in case i decide
to end abruptly