die

You and I
we are going to die
while we're here we try
to feel beauty and not to die

Why the world are we here?
The matter is not quite clear.
Meanwhile, amidst strife and fear,
let us hold ourselves near.

We have a playground of space
and with time, we choose our pace
we have hands, feet, a face
we can smile, dance, and race.

Trust your spirit, my boy
that warm tickling in you
love your path and enjoy
all you feel, it's all true