When do we stop being children?
Is it when our parents are gone,
is it when we leave home and get married,
or when we have kids of our own?

And when do we have to be grown ups?
When we reach a certain age,
or when the books that map out our lives,
come to a certain page?

So when do we really start living?
Is it when we take that first breath?
And why for some does it not start,
until they have little time left?

And why do some choose to stop living,
long before they get put in the ground?
Cos as long as I wake in the morning,
I'll make **** sure you know I'm around!

See I've in the shadow of happy
gotten by in my own little way
but I finally realized, life is too short
so I'm gonna start living today!