The mainstream
Is just a dream
Someone had
Of a perfect system
I don't blame them
For trying
In the world
Of the dying
They say:
One foot in the grave
Living that way
I think it's brave
Not to be afraid
To die
Knowing that you and I
Are going to die
Never knowing how or why
Never seeing the people
At our own funnerals cry
How can we let our lives
Just pass us by?
Why give up?
When we can always try?
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