I was picked at random 
No rhyme 
No reason 
Just one autumn season I fell ill 



Every 3 days I fill my insulin pump 
With My agua viva 
Ready to walk the balance between highs and lows 
Life and death 

Above my head hangs a cloud 
With no silver lining 
No cure, No beta cells, No day with out this anchor 
This might as well be hell 

Like a white elephant given to me by god 
If I ignore it I die 
If I face it I burn out 
Boxed in and no way out 

Everyday I wonder why god came down 
And picked this fight 
Diagnosed at 18 I’m on my own 
No way to reclaim what was stolen  

Over the years my fears have calmed 
But I will never recover from the bomb 
When the doctor diagnosed

Nick Garza