They say I should thank my lucky stars
When I look at the sky they think I m joking as the fool I always have been
When I appreciate the chaotic beauty of unlived tomorrow
They say I should learn to walk the land with goals commitment program because they did so
Just because
Sad news everyone
The algorithm is broken
Our ending is like playing russian roulette
In a different scenery
In a different way
We all die at least once before we die
It's the moment we understand
Our choices set the scenery
The murder weapon
Our funeral in its whole macabre glory
One thing is certain
We have more options than when we're born
For our birth
We can exclude ourselves
Shamelessly fully
We can all blame
The doctors
Biology
As well as our parents