If not you then who

who pulled me clear

and free from the wreckage as i drew near

to spinning in freefall out of view?

who laughs through the tears

and stands in the wreckage scoring fear and makes the good times seem overdue

who if not you

tell me who

if not you?

who’s like a dream

that moves into places stretched between

the centuries sleeping

when they’re gone

and never seems tired

still facing down headlights

while you’re wired

out running and smiling

in the rain?

the first time you let someone else come inside

the first time you get to feel really alive

like the first thing created from a life underrated’s

the possible high from impossible why’s

throw your hat in the air like you saw on tv

a prisoner released, nineteen fifty three

the struggle’s unfinished the struggle goes on

the struggle is everything

why not have it as fun?