Respect
I hope
Death is respectful
Enough to Kill me
While I'm young - Before my
Extraordinary possibilities become
Unextraordinary Realities
Before I grow Old and
Spoil
The Mystery of my Story - it is
Better to leave people to
Imagine - the things I'll never become
Before I live my life
And it's
Utterly pointless - You see;
Only when the Young die
Do people respond
Properly - And I Want
People to respond
Properly to me
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