Live the life you believe in and begin
to sin, because if you don’t you’ll
die full of regrets and without cigarettes
despite the health threats.
Though gaunt you’ll never go for a jaunt
when muses haunt and you try to resist not
to make the choice you know is right. Rejoice,
or pay the price. To suffice, that won’t be nice.
Choices are hard to make when you’re
half awake and not sure if it’s poor or
maybe premature, but take a chance
even if you’re in a trance go ahead and dance
if it feels right or suffer for the rest of your life.
Memories of the choices you didn’t make will
be of concern if you didn’t learn the trouble you
made when you didn’t choose right, and you sang.
If you were wrong you knew all along you’d sing
your last song, so be strong, nothing is worse than to
live and not be alive because you were scared
to make a choice and couldn’t rejoice
for choosing to live the life given to you