And when you're just about to die
You'll say everything's a waste
You lived in vain and loved none
Alas, your days were lived in haste
As the farmer tills his land
To his heart's satisfaction
Have you lost your dreams while toiling
For procrastination?
See the end of horizons
And make it your lifetime cell
When you've limited yourself
To the whining of the bell
Fill your pockets with all gold
And leave nothing to the soul
Dig your treasures until you
Can make your tomb from that hole
In the twinkling of an eye
The way up is far too deep
Too late to realize that
You've sold what you can
only
keep
You'll say everything's a waste
You lived in vain and loved none
Alas, your days were lived in haste
As the farmer tills his land
To his heart's satisfaction
Have you lost your dreams while toiling
For procrastination?
See the end of horizons
And make it your lifetime cell
When you've limited yourself
To the whining of the bell
Fill your pockets with all gold
And leave nothing to the soul
Dig your treasures until you
Can make your tomb from that hole
In the twinkling of an eye
The way up is far too deep
Too late to realize that
You've sold what you can
only
keep