Sick Enough

When you get sick enough nothing matters
As the world shrinks down to heartbeat and breath
One criticizes another flatters
While I am trying not to cough to death

Exhausted I wonder how to make it
Till my doctor's appointment on Tuesday
But people smile at me and I fake it
Still trying to act all right anyway

Unable to buy an aspirin now
I wish that I had gotten my flu shot
As muddling through the best I can somehow
I lie to people and say I forgot

When the truth is I was too sad to care
Back then if I got a flu shot or not
But the complications are terrible
So much so I despair of making it

Waiting is becoming unbearable
And now I am finding that faking it
Becomes impossible this far along
Since sickness is stronger than we are strong

It bears us away at the close of day
A stupid way to commit suicide
But a poetic way to fade away
And more efficient than other ways tried

When you get sick enough nothing matters

+Steven Curtis Lance



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