realization

There is a realization that always gets ignored
Death sweeps away young and old
It’s not that we don’t grasp it, we just get bored
Sort of drifting around waiting to be told
Not to speak about what happens after you transition
From the confines of this life, in to the hands of the next
We confuse the promise of eternal happiness with religion
When this life isn’t merely life at all, in fact it’s just a test
You were given all you needed, to make your own decision
Go ahead, scoff at the thought that you might have made a mistake
Buying in to the theory that our entire existence came from air so thin
Yet so far from the truth, when your number is called it will be to late
Like fools reveling in folly, we live as if death is really the end
It’s a justification, to continue to live and to do as we please
With a hypothetical explanation on how we came to be
The only way we can continue to live like we want with ease
Where even in America it’s still a lie to say you’re free
If we as citizens are confined by laws, then we as humans also have moral obligations
That we crumble up and toss in the waste basket saying they don’t apply
Because we are our own theology leaving just clouds in the sky
We have become our own gods, yet, we still die.