What will I do with these lines, these limericks, these rhymes

Who will care when I die, I'm just playing with time

Children care naught if they leave nothing behind

Are you blind there is nothing to find we all fight behind enemy lines in the context of time

Your mind is confined 

Don't let fears decide that you only have this one try to live and die, open those bright eyes

It is not unwise to hear these words that I rhyme