I’m alive
Can you believe it?
No really, can you believe it?
You’re alive!

This moment
You’re breathing
Your heart is beating
Now you’re seeing

You’re feeling
You’re touching
You’re sensing
You’re it

Pen, paper, go!
What’s my next word?
It’ll come to me
I know

Water doesn’t choose
Nor does an athlete
They happen
Like you

How could this happen?
How?

Ukraine
A land of beautiful people
Surviving

My friends
Their families
Torn asunder
By one man
One evil dictator
How?

I remember lights
On approach
That building feeling
That wonder reeling
That six feet under ceiling

Jumping from my grave
Into life; into now

City lights
I remember those city lights
Those endless nights

I once missed an exit.
Who am I kidding, I’ve missed a lot.
However, this one was special.
It was the time I went mental.

I hissed, then I yelled.
Loudly.
I couldn’t stop myself.
Or so I told myself.

What I really missed was peace.
I missed the real exit.
Nothing like Brexit.
Everything like God.