You were given one chance at living, you don't live it like your last.
Days spent in darkness, telling of light to come.
Brightness shines through but you keep the curtains closed.
Tell me of the life to come, tell me what you're missing out on.
Your palms bleed from man-made holes.
Light happens once and you spend it waiting for more.
Existence is so small and you spend it wagering.
Breathing just for reality to start.