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.