A flame flickers from its own smoke
as you and I flee and fight eternity
it's not our own, but that of our country.

We all move toward the same destiny
It's the stuff in the middle
in which we differ.
Time is always present
Only for some it's quicker...
You can't fight your own life
for it only makes you bitter.

Why waste another minute
experience-less and lame?
Though time is still moving,
life isn't the same.

Squeeze the day;
with its juice make joy.
Enjoy the life you have
without being coy.