This body of mine,
Is but a vehicle
I leave the lights on through the night
Start my day off with a dead battery
And When I step out
My bare feet sticking to the cold pavement
I slam the ******* door
And I slam it hard
I will drive this thing to ground
Because I know what I am;
A soul and perhaps a decent mind
For when I die. I will rot
And when I rot
Surely I will be forgotten
And that my fellow humans;
Is the cycle of life