How many more songs can be written on the concept of death,
without approaching how it can mold us?
So scared to die were afraid to live,
no say in this matter that controls us.
Making us slaves to the crippling, hollowing fear,
instead of redefining greatness
But still the most cautious of men were:
Grappling Animals intimate with danger and teeth,
never minded that sting ray.
with every moment you’re paralyzed by your "safety”,
but while you're sleeping,
your "sting ray" comes.
Spent his whole life fighting failing lungs,
just to die of cancer.
And every day she wore a seat belt,
to get hit by a car,
In a bike crash.
Spent her life scared to leave the house,
died in her favorite arm chair.
Don't fixate on how you may die.
And enjoy the ride.
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