protect your soul


no one is unveiling statues after you die,
even if so, what use does it serve?
if they all harp on the same words,
do the voices get so loud,
you believe them?
is that true? is that who iam?
who am i?
who dictates the wrong and not,
of emotions, of existence.
eulogies are not for the dead.
why then worry?
of words you can’t hear
tears you can’t see.

when alive, breathe you.
when alive, live you.
protect your soul.
know what is true of you.
protect your soul.
cuz no one else will.
no one protects you, like you