Imagine this is a timeline.
This is where I started rhyming.
Here is where I hope to receive a sign
and here is where I shall die.
Here my career starts advancing…
That one's probably a lie
but this is where we all come to end
because in the end we are all condemned
Let's not care tonight!
Let's get beyond drunk
and stop long after the first ray of light
but remain solid like a tree trunk
because this timeline.
This record of all things.
Has an end.
So you should always shine
like a thousand gold rings.
Every shade of yellow in a perfect blend.
I have been blessed
to see our story.
The beautiful and the gory
it's all there plain as day.
How we begin and how we waste away.…