Life is the familiar feeling
That follows you, wherever you go.
It’s the thing that’s keeping
Your own as the worst foe.
Even when your kneeling, screaming
Life is everywhere around.
It has you, holds you, choking
It’s that thing at that you’re bound.
With your first breath starting,
Even if you won’t,
It ends with your last breathing
The only thing on wich to count.