When I read in the paper a year ere,
I saw in script a mother’s worst fear.
A model child whose temperament was mild,
The child’s face was perpetually clear of tears,
Revered by all, big or small,
She took the hand of the wrong man,
Stepped into a big white van,
Was never seen again, perished into the Neverland.
As the story continues she was found,
Four weeks later at a carnival venue, her decomposing body a menu for animals and insects alike,
Sorry if that offends you.
Fourteen years, ever clear, ever dear,
Fate’s unkind friendly guise led to her demise,
She received a mortal surprise.
That got me to thinking, my eyes nervously blinking,
This young girl, pure and divine, died out of the blue,
Before she could ever find the love of her life.
So I thought, I’m only sixteen, just a fledgling teen, who says this tragedy couldn’t befall me?
Ideally I really don’t want to be pillaged by death and go on so early to the village in the sky,
But if that’s what the all-knowing savior sees then I can’t be favoring what I believe.
Even so, we all die someday, and I’m not ready,
I want to enjoy life like a whirly bug meandering in an eddy.
I want to explore, I want to deplore,
Heck I even want to be able to abhor some of the places that I explore and deplore.
I don’t want less, I want more
Of the precious essence of life.
I’d rather cause discordant chords in a beautiful clear melody,
Than be a faceless corpse doomed to anonymity.
I want to live, until I’m blithe with joy, lithe like a free fish in the ocean, I’m hoping.
The true meaning of life is to procreate, not just survive,
To take a dive in a pool of unknown depths,
To take a step off the plank into uncharted waters for starters,
To make noise, go about as you be, fine as a bird, ever-changing like the sea.
The moral is to be like coral,
And build your life experiences up like dollops of calcium carbonate and polyps,
Because you never know when you’ll be lying upside down.