Truth is

We avoid dying at any cost
As though it will never take place
But we know it all ends in fire or frost
Still we continue to live in a haste
As if next week will always come
As if one season always leads to another
Though we watch the death of a brother
Indulging in the grief of rum
We stumble around in a deep sleep
Unaware of natures comforting calm
Not caring of a soul that is deep
Losing the praise of every psalm
The truth is you learn to live as you die
When it's not so scary to say good-bye