It’s a warm and beautiful day, though how can one take the time to notice
I’ve been rendered numbed, unable to go out and face it
It’s a future that I’ve always feared, that was always possible;
I’ve resolved myself to accepting it is forever incomprehensible.

I’m less afraid of dying than I am of not living
Of foregoing this freedom, whose fragility I can see now,
But I’m more afraid of losing what I know and love
Than I am of cashing out now, and going to heaven above

I witness the pain of the thousands standing there
panicked by the pathos of a misguided millionaire,
It is the sight played over and over in our minds
Of five thousand unprepared souls, freed before their time.

I’m less afraid of dying than I am of not living
It never was very easy to start the process of forgiving
I’m less afraid of dying than I am of not believing
Reality struck hard today, I’ll go on about my grieving.