LIFE IS SHORT AND WE'RE A LONG TIME DEAD Whether we are riding a unicorn Across a rainbow While the wind blows majestically Our lustrous eye haloed by seagulls We may act and act Like we are tall And our finger nails have A big heart of their own We may play kittens or puppies And get excited about plastic bones We may get lost in the grammar constructions and commas of sunset In and out of our comfort zone We may want to belong to two life clubs And finish a movie every seven ten days Always up for subtitles Be it old sci fi 30's 40's 50's 60's noir war We may try with a pair of scissors or a broom To put death sleeping in socksΒ Β and plan ahead endless possibilities of karma If we're wildly in love with life And understand that life isn't a pie That being in life isn't a sport And that faith on life is a little like a full time job But that death is like a hook living just around the corner whom we share With the same post code. Life is short, life is petite Life is a ******, a dwarf, a suckling Life is fast as a snap of our fingers Life is a bait, a worm Life is sparks And we're a long time dead So let's fish capers and mangoes In and out the apparences In and out the distance While the harvest season is booming Up there in the blooming volcanoes of sunset.