Sails set with west Wind Ears locked to capture essence Ebbing waves, it comes and goes Gaze through Painted windows A mind of my design, Donβt resign, donβt neglect Your views you visions your mind Map chart plot set sails to wind It doesnβt matter where you begin Or where it ends Only that it happens.
The only way to a good death Is a life worth looking back on In your final moments.