How happy will you be
Once you’ve seen breath-taking sunsets
In all the far-flung places
How proud will you feel
Once you’ve seen looks of adoration
On all the pretty faces
How content will it make you
Once you’ve finished ticking off everything
That make up your bucket list
How rich will you become
Once you establish you’ve done better
Than everyone in your midst.
This world will keep tempting you with more
This world will keep offering new
And yet, when you die alone
You’ll have only some things to hold on to
Keep hanging on to them, my friend
Keep hanging on
By a thread, by a whisper, by a hope
For what are you when they’re gone?
How nice will you become
Once you’ve said all the right things
To all the right people
How devout a person will you be
Once you’ve sought the blessings
Of every church and every temple
How seriously will you be taken
Once you’ve built a home
And filled it up with artefacts
How simple do you think you are
Once you’ve done your kind deeds
Just to see how the world reacts.
This world will keep teasing you with baubles
This world will keep selling you Brand New
And yet, when you die alone
You’ll have only some things to hold on to
Keep hanging on to them, my friend
Keep hanging on
By a thread, by a whisper, by a hope
For what are you when they’re gone?
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