Life Goes On... and Sometimes, You Wonder Why

[Ninurta]

Sometimes, when the night is quiet and you are all alone with your thoughts (and a beer, or a few) you get to wondering. Among those wandering thoughts, one pops up now and again, wondering why you lived, and they died, maybe way too young. You'll wonder, as thought progresses, if it might not, maybe be, because you are a coward, and they weren't. You'll wonder, but you'll never know, and you'll never be able to prove it to your own satisfaction one way or the other. Could have just been the luck of the draw. Maybe not.

Sometimes you'll wonder if maybe they didn't get the better end of the deal. You will live to get old and fall apart, they won't - they'll be forever young, and in their prime, just as they were when the Reaper came calling. If you manage to live long enough, you'll realize that when your day comes, you're probably gonna die like a little bitch if the shit hits the fan, because you aren't what you once were, can't do what you once could, and never can, never can be, again.

Ah hell, all ya can do is dance then! They'll play the music for you...





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