The Great plan
The days go by so fast,!
They weren't meant to last.
Hour by hour, minute by minute,
We are in it to win it.
Or so we think.
The second hand gives it away,
I might not see another day.
The inevitable tick,
I flick my hair,
Gone so quick.
Help! I'm bald!
The balled fist of your heart
Clenches, and you fart.
That's it, game over,
Not even a four-leafed clover
Will save you.
We wonder, as life bursts at the seams,
What it means, why we have dreams.
I always wake up before I die,
You never know why.
Shit happens, I guess.
What a mess.