Contemplating death
Leads me to feel lost
This sea of life gives no paddle
Only a log to carve
Create your own salvation
Don't wait up for designation
The dawn breaks early for those who awake facing west
Be proactive in procreation
Unless you're ready
You'll face damnation
Fires burning in my soul
Extinguished by lack of oxygen,
My breathing a means to an end.
I suppose we'll never know
Because this wandering wise man
Will wait to see
The wonders all around me
Death can wait
For if you really live
Then you shall never die
Forever in the mind
Of the people you could love
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