Sometimes death whispers in our ears
Or chills our mortal soul
But it is the pure sweet breath of mortal death
That makes life worth it all
For who that could die, could really be unhappy,
Aboard a great sinking ship
And the unpredictability that disturbs tranquillity
Helps keep our lives in grip.
If we were to be immortal,
And truly never die,
Each moment, whether good or bad
Would always flitter by.
And the boredom would grow infinitely
And overcome our lives
All day we might sit and wish
If only we could die.
