Whether tis nobler to hold strong and stay on,
Enduring all that comes, what may,
Else dashing it all, our skulls on a rock,
Life blood draining in an open ocean.
Methinks it a better question to say
"Who lives? Who lives what may?"
For any man can die today, but a few
Will say they lived for a single stay.
Come now brothers! What a depress'd bunch
We be. Sing and be sung, laugh
And stamp
And dance
And cry
And shout,
And just for one moment be able to say
"I let it out!"
Else hold the bottle, let nothing out,
Till pressure crush, and crush, and crush,
Squeezing our essence out.
This life can be a noose
A trap
A chinese fingerhold.
Strain and strain and strain until purple and old,
But never break free.
Else loosen thy grip, one two free,
And escape into the morning, for all to see.
One step, two step, three step, four
Tonight we tango, tomorrow nevermore.
Our breath is fleeting
Our minds a wreck
Our brains misleading
Our life unchecked.
So answer the question, Who lives what may?
And answer yourself: Was I alive today?
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