Here I am sitting at another deathbed I've lost another friend to age and time It's hard to not think about changes Ones we could of made, the ones I made I wish I could have certainty in this moment Death brings about so much fear, pain When we are born, no promises exist The timer is set and begins to tick away It would be unreasonable, rather tragic Obsessing over the ticking away, time loss Yet, that's exactly the pattern of loneliness This reality that how we've come, we leave So many us are living hoping to beat death Obsession, the friend whispering in you ear Says there are ways to avoid struggle, lies We are confused, death is not a struggle Death is the gateway with lock and key It is a different lock, and journey, from birth The key, how we get to our end, is learned Each vessel of struggle is designed different And at the gatewa...