Sickness

Sickness is to you
What life is to me
And if you care to look
Then maybe you might see
That the common ground is free.

Sickness is a state
Of constant disrepair
But if you care to look
Then maybe you might see
That I no longer need to care.

Sickness leaves me weak
Survival is my goal
And if you care to look
Then maybe you might see
That I am now whole.

Sickness was once my life
And hope my only vice
But if you care to look
Then maybe you might see
Sickness is merely a learning device.