That it's a journey, too,
A box of chocolates and a mystery,
It doesn't matter who,
That you are born into this world naked,
And naked you will go,
It's ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
Then at the end, there's no more that you know,
You're gone and all trace of you disappears,
All of this is not trite,
It's as true as god, if you believe 'nthat.
In essence, this is life.
But you live, too,
There's no denying this,
Ev'ry moment is as real as if real,
And pain is the apex of evilness.