Once, When You Were Little and Scared, for You the Carney Stopped the Ride

Living is just one
Of the many things,
The infinite things,

You can never take
Back—doesn’t matter
If you barely tried.

Live a few years, live
A day, live an hour,
You’ll still have to die.

It would be kinder
If you got to try
And then to decide,

Maybe slip back out,
Undo the whole thing,
The whole exercise.

Say, I’m sorry, but
I want to leave, and
I don’t want to die.