Feed your mind and body
On the still days of clarity
The unimportance of the trivial reveal
We sell soul for 40 hours
Hello to the end of it all
Be me say you to you
Your insides say I am a muse
Your outside says I am society rules
And then comes the end of it all
Alone you will go you must know
So here and now you must blow forth
Create magnificent things
Die not full at the end of it all
Blister, palp, shudder you
harness the udder
Grab hold and control
Before the end of it all
A gift not shared have you
Makes end a frightful lot
Empty bag of thee
And realize the end is not at all