There was a room of people
Trying to find something to say
About the guy who couldn't be with us today
Now we're all lowering our heads
A dozen words we never said
"He was a dude for every season"
But now he's dead
You were born before some time
I can never know...
You died before your family wanted you to go...
Chicago on your mind
Went to college. Met your wife.
Kept a memory of her dancing in the snow.
The sound
Of steam
Piercing through the gaps your make
In time
In between
Every element will change
Call it entropy
Water. Air. And dust.
But I still hear you saying life is just dumb luck
Drink to the teachers teaching teacher shit all day
Here's to the thinkers thinking about some better way...
A thousand sonnets in your head
Your shaky hand on a shaky pen
Saying everything you ever wanted to say.
The ones
You leave
In the corner of the cemetery
A life
Every dream
Every sparkle seems to fade
You said it's beautiful
If you squint
But now our time is up
I still hear you saying life is just dumb luck
So - Do no harm. Try to Laugh a bit. Maybe learn to give a f*ck. I still hear you saying life is just dumb luck.