so scared of the very act of dying
that you often forget to live
so scared of getting hurt
that you often forget to forgive

so many words you keep inside
for fear of what they'll say
so many dreams left undreamnt
because you're holding out for one day

so much time spent in front of a screen
waiting for a virtual like
so many trips not taken
the timing was never right

so much of the world you haven't seen
so many people you haven't met
some live in places of poverty and war
yet you choose to politely forget

when the buzzer finally goes off
and the good lord calls you up
will you be satisfied with this life?
will you have done enough?

you see each day here is a gift
so live it like it's special one
because dear friend you will never know when
it's your last trip around the sun.