Cells and stars, From protozoa to Mars.
Shooting stars like the headlights on cars.

from nothing we’re born,
from nothing we’re torn,

Away to live our little lives,
And why? Not one of us survives.

Death will come to us all. Death is coming and it already has.
That end’s inevitable, what matters is the journey and all that jazz.

I’m just trying to say, in my roundabout way,
Is You Only Live Once, Carpe Diem, seize the day.