More Bad Poetry

I am afraid of death not realizing that I am dead already.

Want to soar to the heights
but seem bound by responsibility.
Can only soar within the confines of this cage.
This cage……..
whether real or imagined
Holds me tight.

Soaring........
a dream for others.
The heights unlimited……..
Without bounds……..
Freedom
Success
Happiness

Others………
To live for others always
To forget self and live for others
Always………
and forever others.

Self……..
To live for self
Never
To forget others and live for self
An alien concept
That for some might work.

An empty shell waiting………
Waiting for the others to fly………
To see them soar………
To heights yet unknown.
Freedom
Success
Happiness

And then to not be afraid of death knowing that I am dead already.