So let us live
Before we die
And when it's over
Let's gently cry.


But I lack these embracing arms
Waking up to lonely alarms.


I see it etched in nature
In seas of swaying barley,
And I all have is a constant scrimmage
That I can't escape, not hardly.


And I see it in the mower's
Swinging locomotion,
Time blinks its eye
So ending his reaping motions.


I see it in the weeds
That have reclaimed,
Growing wild
Where once was tame.


I've become stagnant
Tired of this placement,
My desires and my vices
Stand adjacent.


In its well failure looms,
Let me clean my life,
I run to rectify my room
But it all ends in strife.


I dare not smile,
Life gets so lonely,
When it seems I've a friend
I find Im my one and only


The days grow shorter
With a gasping wind
I’m in the dead of my winter
No friend their coat to lend.


Im my heart
I have grown quiet
And my feelings
They fall silent.


I see it here
In these dusty rooms,
These people of little remorse,
Waiting for an end soon.


I've fallen so
And where does my path end
Needing  to go
But staying again.


An American ego
A living contemporary
Dying slowly
Below his luminaries.


So let us live
Before we die
And when it's over
Let's gently cry.


But I lack these embracing arms
Waking up to lonely alarms.