Dying to Find Out

two roads to nowhere

Back in the day they all used to say
"You want to live forever?" "Hell no!"
But it is hell to go the hard way
To be falling apart as you go

Now they are more genteel in their ways
They "live right" up to a point right up
To the moment of the hemlock cup
Twisting the end of the end of days
This could be because death takes longer
When practiced by cigarettes and booze

Old-fashioned patience might seem stronger
People preach and argue pray and shout
Modern self-destroyers like to choose
Yet both still have to die to find out

Both live all they can and then they die
One slow one fast both wondering: "Why?"

+Steven Curtis Lance



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