Time keeps passing by,
Someday soon ill die,
Might as well get high,
Live this life and die.

We are getting all this stuff,
That we can not bring with us,
Living for the wealth and lust,
Someday soon we'll all be dust.

It doesn't matter, where you're from,
We're all children, under the sun,
When Death comes, you cannot run,
Try not to worry, have some fun.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days
All these words are human made
What does life mean anyways?
No ones written the last page.