None Of Us

None of us make it out of here alive,
so dive.
Dive in,
begin.
Begin
that thing you've always dreamed of,
fall in love,
and never let them go.
Sow,
sow seeds of forgiveness
be about the Father's business.
Or at least about your own.
Build a house and make it a home.
Don't,
don't you spend another minute alone.
Call up a friend
because everyone's story is the same in the end.

None of us will make it out of here alive,
shift your gears into overdrive.
Today,
today lead the way for a lost child,
turn to a stranger and give them a smile.
Do,
do something worthwhile.
Because this is a one way street,
and there will come a day when death and us will meet.
I repeat..

None of us make it out of here alive,
the memories we've created will become archive.
Strive,
strive to be the best version of you,
read a book a two.
Get lost so you can find your own way,
Do,
do something out of the ordinary today.

Maybe...

Choose a charity and fund it,
sign up for a marathon and run it,
grow a garden and green thumb it,
write a song and hum it.

Grab,
grab your passport and just go,
be like the breeze and blow
because you never know
if this day is the one where it all stops.
Call,
call up your pops
simply to tell him you love him.

Get,
get up and go to the gym
because if not now
then tell me when.
When will the time ever be right?
Write,
write more often about whatever,
put pen to paper,
it doesn't have to be clever.

You,
you can't afford to take these
moments for granted.
Granted,
we've all been transplanted.
And the time will come when
the Planter will return for His seed.
Decide,
decide now whether you bloom
into a flower or into a weed.

Because we just don't,
sadly we won't,
make it out of here alive.
And I know that I've,
I've
sounded like a broken record,
in hopes to move you toward,
towards,
living life fully.

*In memory of G'ma and Pop 3/17/81, 3/17/10*