New Year

Graveyards are for the living… The dead don’t much care, If they rot in a box, or their ashes drift through the air… Life’s as fragile as a day dream, and lasts about as long… What will be the lyrics to your song, after you’re gone? As another year passes and we get ever closer to death, Will your mind race with regrets as you draw your last breath? Sorry to be morbid, but it’s not death that I fear… It’s how my life may unfold in the coming new year…