He looked ****** for a few hours, sleep in his eyes and pain on his face We laughed and joked, basking in the light of young bravado and strength, he'd walk this off, three steps from rubbing some dirt in it But death was a plastic sheet away A curtain separated us from our future, the lights will go dark and the jokes won't make sense Sickness has little pull when your strong and 20, but **** across the curtain a man was drowning And someday we will taste the same water full our lungs