I look at the poor woman unable to get out of bed

I look at the poor woman

Unable to get out of bed,

Surrounded by tubes,

Cylinders

And beeping machines with cool graphs.

I look at the poor woman

Unable to get out of bed

And think why she should live.

Her life hangs on the machines,

The tubes,

The people wearing white;

A fuel-less car on a bumpy road

Trying to reach the gas station on a bottle of coke,

An ice sculpture kept up by the cold,

A faint light.

I look at the poor woman

Unable to get out of bed

And laugh at my crappy self,

Unable to get out of bed

For no reason at all.

I look at the poor woman

And see a light in her eyes

That I am afraid to keep looking at.