You could be killed tomorrow - What did you do today? Every little psychodrama, Every bump you treat like trauma... All that shit gets in the way.

We waste so much time Distracted by what we create. Now, let's draw the line, Or don't we realize what's at stake?

Romance for food - Fiction for air. There's no reality, Only what you put there.

Please wake from these dreams you have And realize it's not that bad. And realize it's not that good -

It's power is what you've assigned. My own strong will is all I have, Although I must work to keep it strong. Although the work is hard, it's good. Maybe the work was the answer all along.

Take each day for the gift it is.