It’s not 

it’s not cold yet I am freezing 

It’s not hot yet I am sweating 

It’s not Parkinson’s yet I am shaking 

It’s not Monday yet I am breaking 

The life we live is inexplicable 

Science has limits as do we 

You cannot explain my condition 

For it is the condition called life 

It brings worry it brings strife 

Nothing can save me now 

I sink lower and fall down tumbling into the endless night 

One thing is a saviour 

The thing you call death 

The thing I call a chance 

It’s not easy yet I’m willing 


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