Social politeness
Were all goona die
one of these days
but we must go on
belieng were gonna live for ever.
All our works, deeds and loved ones
Will perish one these days
but we must hold to our inherent fragility
like there is no tomorrow
All we have cherished, thought and held in belief
will all be dissipate like salt in a vast and meaningless
eternal ocean,
Yet we must the finest of salt one can find
although our will is not ours; we must go on believing
Faith is like the yeast that makes everything grow
this world of death is temporary all will pass
but the stars will remain; at least we shall hope so.
