Hate and you will be hated.
Praise and you will be praised.
Love and you will be loved.
It’s so easy, isn’t it? You can sit there in your soft chair and clickity clack.
Why bother? Why do you do anything?
It’s so hard, isn’t it? The struggle you face every day, your life takes so much effort.
If only it was easier. Somehow someone could make it easier.
Maybe your friends could help. Too bad they’ve all passed you by.
The friends didn’t pass you by, you left them.
Be a friend and you’ll be friended.
But you stopped answering their calls a long time ago, didn’t you?
And why? For what?
The goal you chase, this race you’re running,
running so fast you’ve left them all behind, all of them.
The race you’re running is over.
You’ve already won.
You’ve already lost.
You’ve got what you wanted, it’s right there in your head.
You have achieved.
You should celebrate
Have some drinks, stuff your face, stay up, sleep, roll around in bed.
Take it all for granted.
You’ve woken up dead.
Nobody sees you anymore. You’re a ghost.
And you bang on the window, the invisible wall that separates you from people,
people you love and people you praise and people you hate,
but they don’t see you anymore because you’re gone.
You took it all for yourself, all of it, ate it all up.
You didn’t share a crumb.
And now what is it, what is it that drives you now that you’re dead?
You’ve been forgotten.
You’re less than a memory.
All that’s left, all that’s left, are the people you touched.
Did you touch anyone, while you were alive?
Before your crazy train left the station, before you consumed it all?
Did you share anything? Did you teach anything?
You might not think, but you’d be wrong.
Maybe he swings the bat the way you showed him,
planting his back foot, right elbow cocked back.
Maybe he loves the way you showed him,
holding hands and opening doors.
You don’t last, don’t be so vain.
Names fade into names that fade into names.
Nobody remembers your feelings, they remember how you made them feel through your actions.
You can choose to do whatever you want to do.
The only thing that lasts
is what you gave.
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