In this life we are just passin’ through,

With regards time we live very little,

The passage of time seems so short,

But why is it so long, when to work I must report…

Between life and death,

We experience breath,

Maybe try some meth,

Or write something great,

Like Macbeth…

I have no desires to be great,

Just to get through life & maybe once procreate,

Passing through this life but once,

I wish to learn as much as possible,

Though in the grand scheme I will still be a dunce…

© ed ~ 3/2/06