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.
