I was just a child then,
they put me on the floor.
If it's not one thing
it's a hundred other things.
And if it's not those things
we always could find more.
We were both such children then,
living on our backs.
I was so discouraged when
you shed light on the facts.
I saw my life outdoors
on the side of the road
In the open, bleeding mouth of a doe.
Her eyes were open, looking back into mine
when I realized
I am not ready to die.