I often wonder why
We still insist to survive
When the world is clearly done
With those it is done with.
My mother told a tale
Of an infant quite some months old
This baby had been born
With fluid on the brain.
Now every two or three days
The brain did need to be drained
This infant could do nothing
Not feed, nor babble, nor move
And it’s prospect for the future
Was not a different one.
No hope of getting better
No hope of any improvement
All that draining the brain did
Was to lengthen “life”
But what is life if you just lie there
Are not capable of movement;
Are not capable of communication;
Are not capable of digesting.
My mother often wondered
If this baby was better off left
No brain draining to occur
No interference to be had.
We all have an endpoint
A time that we don’t know
A time when fate will call us
And we will have to go.
We can fight for the best out come
We can enjoy our life
What I don’t know the answer too
Is how long should we linger for?
I would hate to be without words
With no way to communicate
With no comprehension of the world
Locked up in my body,
Locked up in my head.
I could live without a limb
I could live without some organs
I could handle some level of pain
If I could ambulate my self some how
And interact with the world in some form
All this is fine
But if I could not talk to you
If I could not express
If I lose my brain
Then I wonder, would I be better off left?