Do not be afraid to live
Why hold on too tight
To something already lost
It's only a matter of time
You get on go around
So make it count
No room for would'a
Could'a, should'a
It's not a spectator sport
Neither by word or act
There are no do-overs
So get it done
Security and certainty
They barter a life lived
Day to day grumbling
Forfeiting possibility
One path, one job
One mate, one fate
Always wandering
Never sure, nor sated
Should old age be
A droning skit humdrum
Of what's to eat and BMs
Constantly complaining
The bile of life's bitterness
Accumulated by the years
Spent idely secure
No discoveries venture
Nothing gained
And nothing lived