Our Two Tunnels
The beginning is the same as the end.
Coming into this place, waiting to transcend.
We come out of our mother's womb,
seeing if we get that chance to bloom.
No matter if you believe or are existential,
We will always try to be the quintessential.
While you're here, see what life is about, don't resist.
One day you'll look back on everything you missed.
You have to know that you can't live if you're afraid of death.
So try and take that chance while you still have a breath.
When I leave here, I'll know there was nothing more I could have gave.
But don't think I'm going to go quietly into my grave.
When that day is here, and its time for me to raise.
I'm not going easy, I'm sliding into my grave sideways.
With a candy bar in one hand and a beer in the other.
So there is no way you'll mistake me for another.
I just want to say one thing when these worlds collide,
I'm gonna scream, whoo hoo, what a ride.
Copyright © Chris Matt | Year Posted 2011
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