Bark

You're not supposed to win. Sometimes you're supposed to suffer a defeat so painful that it makes you never want to lose again.
I walk around some days feeling like a god.
Other days, I feel like no one.

5

Its right up there with having a near death experience

You evaluate all that you've done

Clearly seeing where you've done 

wrong

More than ready 

Prepared to correct those mistakes

It's right up there with that

And you come back from it

But life has a voice

It's sweet

Obviously a female's

I mean c'mon

Males can put the quarter in the machine

But a woman delivers the soda

She holds it for months

Nourishing the newborn

Bonding with it on a level we 

(as males)

could never know

Life speaks and she's soft voiced

Saying

"I'm glad you returned

Really happy you pulled through

But you dont need me

I'm not your life"

And it's right up there with

waiting in a 

hospital room

for the doctor to come back

That cold ass room

You're aching to know if your mother succumbed to the disease

Or if she had more fight

and might

Tapping your feet

Idleness

Cmon doctor, I don't have all day....
I don't have all year....

I don't have much time

Then she comes 

Rushing all in

With the calmest face you'll ever know

More peaceful than a quiet death

Much more than 

untouched snow

There's no expression on her

But she's opening her mouth to 

form words and

I don't know if they're 

comforting or not

Her lips purse vowels, syllables,

yet she's mute

Nothings coming out

She's unaware

Still calm about the whole ordeal

I know I'm a fast guy

We know I don't want to take up 

your time

But I do deep down

want everything you are

Even when you're muted

Muted to me

Even when you're life

A life that doesn't need my own

Don't let the rules make you

They don't even exist

If you feel they do

Then we can't