To regret nothing It is so well known that most regret Not using their bodies enough yet When they must eternally rest Yet every strain with every sweat Adds up and wears and tears And if we did not ever shed a tear Or even a pinch we totally feared We would surely live to dread it But if we live today our whole lives And we are not wise To plan for the future not in sight We will so much agonize When it’s our turn to die So my friends plan well and try To save something for later life Or eternally you will sit there and cry.
Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul
One day you’ll only regret The people you never spoke with and met The places you never went And things you never did Then you’ll regret how much the fear controlled your actions What if, the constant question asked What
Driving green fire out of melodies. It was not make-believe not mannerism but smell of autopsy. A pseudo-elegy starts at burial site. Frugality of dust first decides to go to god and then die. Race, religion, tribe and their foot-soldiers