Resistance of death is keeping us from living
Fear of our last breath, is making us less forgiving
We’re at the ready to fight for our lives
While forgetting that which lives, first it dies.
The old must go. The new must come.
Sometimes in an instant
Sometimes after years of being dumb.
Imagine for an instant
Life without you in it
Tell me, from there, do you still care
About the dreams and schemes and political memes,
Or is this mess mere tininess?
While you’re exploring the vastness of death’s glory
Would ancient wisdom reveal another story?