we are all born with the weight of death,
on our shoulders.
some of us live, without ever thinking about it.
most of us dwell on it, from time-to-time.
then death reminds us: I AM HERE.
i say: "hey coach, why you pullin' me outta' the game?"
death answers: "it's your time son."
i guess its' time to ride the bench.
i'll catch you all on the "flip-flop".
i'm seeing more clearly now.
once death knocks on your door,
and you beat him,
things don't seem that bad.
sometimes i think death is peaceful,
i like fresh caught fish, sizzling in a pan.
the smell of butter and breading is good.
i'm on a beach, right there where i caught them.
after dinner, i look into the heavens.
i see a myriad of stars.
i'm thinking of my loves' smile.
if this is a dream, i never want to wake up.
i want to die with happy dreams.
i want a smile on my face.
as a young man, i never thought i'd be happy
no tears for me...it's all a dream.
the unknown is waiting.
and that's alright, 'cause it ain't so bad.