Memento mori,
what is gonna be my life story?

Chasing wealth and power?
Or grasping each tender hour

I don’t want to waste my life
Or partake in bullshit and strife

I want to show love to my wife
my brother and sister
to keep working hard
until my blisters

tear off

The grim reaper is tapping on my shoulder,
And is telling me
Keep pushing them boulders

I never want to waste a single hour or day
to never delay
my God-given task
of helping others
sail bravely on the seas
to feel the warm breeze
on our faces

to emancipate
those living in fear and sorrow

fuck procrastinating until tomorrow.