With a pen in my hand, and a page on the other,
I’d write to my heart’s content,
Engrave in my mind every moment,
Live each day, knowing: nothing’s permanent.
With a guitar in my hand, and a pick on the other,
I’d sing of songs that would touch the soul,
Play the notes that make me whole,
Live each day with smile: my goal.
With a book in my hand, and a mic on the other,
I’d speak of the beauties I dig underneath these words,
Spread words of beauty, of peace, of other worlds,
Of people who write, who bleed, who draw swords.
With my heart in my hand, and my mind on the other,
I’d live my life as best as I can,
Living in the moment, and reflecting every now and then,
Live as though nothing will ever be forgotten.