exoneration

the van was driven off the side of the road, it's in so many fucking pieces, now i know what responsibility means to me, i fell asleep but there's a reason we're not dead yet, life is more appealing to me, i can front the pain that's stricken me, and all that this is telling me is i'm weak, i wasn't much to protect, but i guess i was given the chance, to make sure the most of all the time i have left, i spend in respect to the life that i strive to create, take away pain with sedation, always searching for distractions, all the thoughts are stuck in my head, and i can never accept exoneration, if this was some sort of sign to change my ways, of living life in the past, then it's forgotten, god, he thought my life was worth it, or maybe i was spared because of somebody else in the van, i was never the one to rest my faith, in the force of some source above that caused creation, and karma seemed too far-fetched to believe in, but i'm fucking lucky to be breathing