New Perspective

Death sits there waiting
Fingers tapping away at his bony blade
Standing underneath the darkest of doorway
I sit in his room, decorated with a single chair
And for a long while, I just kinda sat there

I looked at death for a long while
After all, patience isn't really my style
Should I walk through my dream come true?
Turn my life into the darkest it will ever be
Maybe I should just lay back and let him be

I look to another room, filled just the same
Yet there was something there, something different
It looked like a completely different scene
There were things there, a guitar, a drum set
Must've really like music
And hallways that lead to other people, though some were boarded
This made me realize it doesn't matter when you die
Take a look at your own room, remember what's inside