Honesty in 100 years

This thought came to me, just the other day
I wish I could put it in words easier to say
It's hurtful, it's tragic, it's attention to pay
But the end of the world isn't too far away.

I am waiting for the crevices of life
to be carved on my skin from the time and the strife
that I spent wondering in my plight.
Life isn't long and I know that I'm right.

To finish our business, we have eighty years,
To accomplish our goals and destroy all our fears
Each day passes with love, lust, and tears
And the entire time we think death isn't near

But when is the moment your heart stops beating,
Craving the eternal, your body starts pleading
And all the while, you feel your mind bleeding
And you wait for the moment that you stop breathing

Feel how fast your years have passed by
and tell me you've finished all that you like
I can be positive you're telling a lie
Because nobody's really ready to ever say goodbye

It feels my entire life I've been tucked away sleeping
The bounds and the hurdles I've always been leaping
I can feel the hill I'm climbing constantly steepening
I've plowed and I've sown, but I've forgotten the reaping

This is my life and I'd like to be awake
And I'll never get done all the goals that I make
So maybe it's time for my conscience's sake
To say I won't ever be ready to put my soul up for take

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People waste their life thinking about death.
Remember not to.