Respect

     I hope

Death is respectful

Enough to Kill me

     While I'm young - Before my

Extraordinary possibilities become

          Unextraordinary Realities

Before I grow Old and

     Spoil

The Mystery of my Story - it is

Better to leave people to

Imagine - the things I'll never become

     Before I live my life

          And it's

          Utterly pointless - You see;

     Only when the Young die

     Do people respond

     Properly - And I Want

          People to respond

          Properly to me

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