Dying For

Dying slowly.
Dying fast.
Dying adventurously.
Dying patiently.
Dying always.
Some of us may be gone this very day,
but we can't just let it end that way.
We have to keep fighting and finding our place,
a place that no other could ever fill.
If we just lay downtrodden, on a grassy hill
connections will be broken and fate will be stopped.
No more miracles or amazing works in our plot.
I don't want to die awaiting my last breathing moment.
I want to know I've made every atonement.
If one connection is left unmade,
it could result in dismay.
No human could have planned it.
It is past definition.
But we must realize that our lives are so much bigger than us.
And worth all the fuss.
Fighting for more moments of living each day.
Making sure no human can take it away.
That type of dying will be my only way.