Some need a fire

It's quiet now as death closes in on me.
My life is over and my soul longs to be free.
Many choices that had to be made.
So many roles that had to be played.

I tried to meet all expectations for all I met.
Never did I realize till now of my serious debt.
This life became everyones but my own.
I gave in too many times as my soul begins to moan.

Now I turn my pen at you my reader.
Ask yourself are you a follower or a leader.
It's your one and only life so take control of it.
They say some need a fire so consider yourself lit.


BMR