What you're looking for.

Some folks try to run through life
Flee the pain and breathe the strife
With chaos in their chests so rife
They speed their lives away.

Some folks like to crawl real slow
See the world turn as they go
Fight the wind and watch grass grow
They heed their lives away.

Some folks like to close their eyes
Let each day be a surprise
Have no fear and sigh no sighs
They cede their lives away.

Some folks like to beg for more
Can't window shop; they want the store
Wasting moments they deplore
They plead their lives away.

And some folks simply cannot bear
To have a life devoid of care
No God, no point, this madman's dare
They bleed their lives away.

But me, I prefer the folks
Who give their damns away.
The ones who rarely leave,
But stay
And walk a few more miles.

That hourglass with sands of time
Most cannot help but watch.
The grains just won't stop
Falling
Falling
Falling
Until their world falls flat.

I'm afraid your time is up.
If you'd like to make a call
Please hang up
And die again.

There are ads posted all around the town.
Each one says "Lost Soul: Reward."
No description.
No name.
No number.
Now, how can I get my reward
When I don't know where it gets redeemed
Once I finally find
What it is I'm searching for?

Long time ago, was a man sat on the porch all day smokin' his pipe like he was the
King-a-China
He sit up there and puff puff puff
Never seemed to get enough
Just rocked his chair
Smiled his smile
And had his hair turn gray.
Now what kinda man just sit somewhere
In some old chair
And let himself die old?
What kinda man don't want no life to live?

I am of the persuasion
That life is for the living.
With so many walking dead
It's no wonder there's so much to be had.

Sieze that day and beat it dead
On the head
Choked in bed
Kill it so it won't come back
And kill you first.

Do you ever get the feeling?

It was, oh, twenty years ago when I was first alive.
Ain't lived much since, I'll tell ya that.
I always wonder
Where I buried all my time.
Did I make myself a map
So I could find that treasure-trove
And be young once again?
I've dug awhile
But all I've found are bones.

A kid once told me
"I ain't never gonna die"
And I told him
"Then you ain't never gonna live neither."

Many years past, I met a young gentleman on my way to the capitol.
The man was searching for four leaf clovers by the side of the road.
I stopped and said
"Pardon me, sir, but can I help you find yourself?"
"No"
He said
"I'm not looking for trouble."

Have you ever stopped to think who sees the portrait of our lives?

Do they marvel at the vibrant adulations?
Or wonder what it is
They simply cannot find?

It's hard to know when to stop.
After all, the human condition is to keep on keepin' on
Til you can't keep no more.
Then you pack up your toys
Throw them in the river
And go home.

Is life the procrastination of death?
Why do tomorrow, when you can die today?

All these explorers
In a New World ages old
Looking for their El Dorado's
Or watching others wonder about
As they smirk solipsist smirks
And blink.

Course, some don't want to find no El Dorado.
They just want to sit back
Wait for someone else to find it for them
So they can follow on their heels
And say "I's behind you all along!"

It's easy to hurt the ones who care.
It's just, too.
Just ain't fair that they've the privilege to feel
While you live in your 2d-luxe apartment
With windows looking everywhere but in.

Some folks like to live armchair lives
Criticizing faults and follies
In the comfort and confinement
Of their old unlucky homes.

Some folks want to direct someday.
But they never seem to find the time...

So many players being played
So many peanut galleries
So many folks who won't let go
Thus they never free themselves for more.

When you finally close your eyes
Quenched the fire betwixt your thighs
Answered the how's, forgot the why's
When you know that each man dies
But live, laugh, love at any rate.
When you feel those arms around you
And can't think of words to say
Can't think at all
Can only feel
Can only live
And maybe sigh
As you snuggle close.
When tomorrow's another day
A day to return the peace
You borrowed from the world
And share it once again.
When you never stop,
But merely pause
As you shower your soul with tears.
When you love, are loved, and live, one day to die,
That's when you've found

What you're looking for.