Straighten your back,

You living thing you,

Reach your hands towards the sun,

Let the earth rotate beneath you.

You are not dead yet.

Dig up your halfhearted grave,

Disinter your hungry soul,

You will not stay here,

You will not be buried alive.

You are not dead yet.

Laugh, cry, smile, ache,

Run until your legs burn.

Breath in the air, the smoke,

Stumble across valleys and trenches and hills.

You are not dead yet.

Love with every fiber of your being.

You are not dead yet.

Soak up the bittersweetness of the day.

You are not dead yet.

Gather yourself back into your body.

You are not dead yet.

And scream into that uncaring void:

"I am not dead yet!"