The cravings don't go away
Hunger never sated
Watching as we slowly poison ourselves. Does it even matter?
None of us are getting out of here alive. The ugly truth --
we spend every day
getting closer to the grave.
We try to dig our way out of the ground,
Yet do so much
to keep our feet
in that Cemetery dirt.
One foot in the grave,
the other on a cloud.

When that book opens
at the Pearly Gates
and we can truly see our sins,
will we rail against
what we know is true,
what's in our hearts?
Will it shake us to our very core?
Will we beg for another chance, another go 'round the wheel -- promising to do more, be more,
be better, be someone ...
that we know we're not?
Be careful what you wish for.

To be reborn:
Know that there's no knowing the end.

So we get busy being born
and enter the world screaming; because for a split-second,
a Nanobeat in the scheme of time,
we know
we're going to die trying
and trying
and trying.
The beat goes on.
Sunrise, sunset --
days
become weeks,
become months,
become years.
Will we never learn?

We are who we are;
we're what we're supposed to be-- perfect in our imperfections.
So, close your eyes  
...BREATHE