We slap our alarm clocks, slump into the day
And we slave to our schedules, and this is the way
That our lives have progressed, as humans we stick
To our daily routines, and filling out thick
Piles of busywork, for a purpose mundane
Until so expensed we each walk with a cane
Is this our future, to which we'll be slaves? Will our time be expendable, from our womb to our graves?
The present is bleak, that much is clear. Contention and misery seems all that we hear
Hatred assaults us, when we flick on the news
We could let it consume us, but have power to choose
Will we each be parasites? Taking up space? Or make the world we inhabit a more preferable place?
Remember what matters, when we finish our lives
And the people we've touched will keep us in their minds
Our deeds will define us, will we step up and show?
Or slink into ritual, as mere status quo?
When questioning crossroads, take a moment to think,
Before you're aware, you'll teeter the brink
Of passion or blandness! Action or fear! Grab these chances before the midbrain can veer
The option is yours, and it isn't too late
To decide to 180, adjust grip on your fate
Sincere compliments, a high five or smile
Have much more lasting power than what we can compile
There's no end to potential, and there's no end to doubt.
Make memories that matter, for, before we know it, our time here, will run out.