Consumed by thoughts of days not yet experienced,
he remains, thinking of what he'll leave behind when he's gone.
So he yearns to create, keeping to his morals, his integrity.
He allows himself to be molded by what he thinks will come after him.
But why? Live while you still can, make it your own.
He will. Malibu calls him. California calls him. The world calls him
and he must take his reputation with him: they will know his name.
Even if he dies trying, at least there might be some people who keep
his name in their mouth: speak out, dude, just make a mark.