Fear of Mind
Suffering is normal, being fortunate is luck
we live the first day and die the second.
You're just simply Human, I’d reckon
So, while death is running amok,
mature and accept that your mind is a schmuck.
It's simple really, but your consciousness would disagree,
because it's in your thoughts that you think life is free.
Don't be surprised, this behavior is more than beckoned.
Fruits will not be handed to you on a silver platter,
it will likely be on a rubbish lid.
Do you deserve it or not? It doesn’t matter.
Unfortunately, the meaning went over your head, God forbid.
What I’m saying is that your time is limited,
and while you frolic and dance, death had visited.
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