You can hoard all you like be attached to your things
You can fight for your ego and the nonsense it brings
You can think you're immune from the devil and death
Write your own obituary fight your final breath
You can swing from the trees and pretend you are sane
You can crawl on your knees and embrace all the pain
You can suffer like the many and relive your past
Give away your final penny hope that peace will last
You can wallow in sorrow and debate who knows best
You can plan for tomorrow you can hate and detest
You can wriggle like a worm on the end of a hook
Reinvent yourself become a leech and a crook
You can fall on your sword be adored like a queen
You can rise like a lord get redressed become clean
You can fill your house with excitement and desire
Feel the sorrow of another as you wallow in the mire
You can strut around the streets in the latest fashion
You can challenge and compete with no compassion
You can sit in the park in the dark all alone
Let your world fall apart never go back home
You can tell yourself you have God on your side
You can hide all your wealth while others can't survive
You can pretend all is good in the world today
Bury your head in the sand hope the pain will go away
You can scream and shout until you're blue in the face
You can cry in self-pity and get out of the race
You can shine like a beacon jump as high as the sky
Hold on tight as you weaken while your life flashes by
You can do all these things and admire all you've gained
But in the end you'll lose everything you have attained
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem