When you jump into the raging sea,
and through the gates of misery,
do not forget to get your hair wet.
Do not forget to forget your pity,
and don’t forget where they cast the net.

When you’re waiting for your train,
do not forget to become insane,
for here is where your fear is met.
I know the nature of your pain:
You will give more than what you get.

When you huddle in the cold,
watching your empty time unfold,
and all of your joy is rooted in regret-
don’t forget to whom your soul was sold,
and do not let them win the final bet.

When you’re buried into soil,
and let to rest from all your toil;
when your corpse is roasted on a spit-
darkness will still have the light to foil,
so long as you did not forget.