In life we seem to walk a dangerous line
Does a sunflower feel special when it's ripped at its spine?
Is being picked for affection greater than the pain of being torn from the base?
How does one compare to others when we all run a differentrent race?
One can only flow with the sands of time until we die.
Like starving scavenger we must not let opportunities pass us by.
This life is scary enough just trying to be our best
So lets take chances because life is not a test.
We either live without regret
Or die just to repay a debt.