Live The Way You Want You Die - Poem by Marco Jimenez
lets start this now
let me show you how
it goes like this
you lift up your fist
and you pound pound!
on the ground!
shaking the floor
up and around
break it all!
run through the wall!
what would seem!
in and out!
of your head!
what if we together walk alone inside this world
hiding in the shadows of this cold and pointless road
dreaming of the faces in our hearts we wish we had
thinking of the places in our minds don't feel this sad
wondering if this life will ever ever change
but when it does we feel so scared and strange
hoping that one day we will control our lives
and somewhere along the road we will finally realize
this road isn't gonna turn for us
we gotta turn ourselves
we will turn and thus
change the lives of sixties and twelves
and on this new road
we might think to go back
but were here
and it isn't so sad
in the dark!
just keep going!
and never be shut up!
this world will someday come to a bitter end
the day that disbelief becomes our closest friend
so counter the shot, get pissed and shoot back
if you have to, use your fists or grab a bat
it doesn't matter, someday you gotta fight
doing nothing just doesn't really feel right
i don't get why people just let themselves die
they take one hit, fall down and then cry
they just let go and destroy their entire lives
and let go of their husbands, kids and wives
the tragedy of it all is that were doomed to die someday
but that's the beauty of it because everything's more beautiful that way
if we were meant to live forever
the beauty of life would never get better
we would would be walking around immortal and painless
instead of walking honestly and shameless
what if we were born to live the way that we want to die
not to live forever
but so beauty cant live long enough in our lives to become a lie
so when your with death
and you're not who you want to be
just take a deep breath
and let yourself be free
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