Have Here

You don't have to explore foreign shores,
Read a book or go out anymore,
Pay the rent, take the car for a long drive,
Fix your posture or open your eyes.

You don't have to wake up and get dressed,
Go to work or clean up this mess;
You don't have to spend anymore time here,
Or even make any money this year.

You don't have to have kids or a wife,
Or find someone to sleep with tonight,
Keep in touch, write a letter or call me;
There is no one that you have to see.

But you have to breathe in every time you exhale.
Your heart has to beat and pump blood to your cells.
And you have to have dreams when you sleep, at least sometimes,
Or your mind's going to starve and you'll die.