A constipated mind, needs brain fiber to thrive
But an outdated grind, bleeds just to stay alive

Despair, no more, fore at day's end, in his easy chair
His beat up feet, feel better because of the street

I dreadfully miss school, because of the days I played sick
Instead of staring away the day watching the clock tick
The time was finally free, scheduled for no one else but me
Then the universe explained exactly who you're meant to be

Those feelings that pervade overwhelm like a soft parade
Memories are catalogued until your mind's marathon is jogged
You close your eyes to recreate, the music sounds, it's not to late
No time to waste,  remember the smells and that sumptuous taste

The memories are always so vivid and sweet,
Yet the feelings are forever frozen and complete

You can chase a ghost all the way to the grave
Dying is for everyone, but living's for the brave