So young, with so much time ahead they say
An immense urn of eighty years to spend
But my time will leak with each passing day,
it will eventually reach an end
In my fifteen years I’ve never known death,
All that I love is still alive and well,
But one day distant I’ll take my last breath,
and wonder if I will wake up in hell
Such somber thoughts I shall not entertain,
One life, nothing more is all we’re given.
Dwell on this, and I will not remain sane.
Stop worrying and go do some living.
If perhaps in life the world I enhance,
then in death I may get another chance.