PLAYING ALIVE

By Heart

Animals like possums play dead,

They can’t run so have to pretend,

The body dies but the mind survives,

That’s what it takes to save their lives,

It’s a process called death-feigning,

We do this too by persuading,

That we are bright and full of life,

But near we always keep a knife,

A form of poison to stay numb,

A darkness we can come back from,

Like the possum we also play,

We play alive so we can stay,

Even if just for one more day.

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