Why live an existence destined for death?
Build up high walls against external threats?
Work and slave to earn some dope?
Sometimes we'd prefer the rope

Live a life destined for not one regret
Meet and acquaint yourselves with your internal depths
Work in service of others, to help them cope
Live to love till the end of your rope

Why invest in all that's pretty
If it's sure to fade away?
Always we become so filthy
Why do we even bathe?

Once you know the fake to be pretty _
the broken to be real
Surely you would clean up your act
Help them all rebuild