Poison builds up our resistance.
Hurdles train us to jump high.
We can't choose how long we live,
But we can choose how fast we die.
For half our lives we reach for things.
That tempt us just beyond our grasp.
For half our lives we hate ourselves
for wanting what we couldn't have.
We trust in things that aren't true
and paint on canvas beautiful lies.
When the ugly world won't match our picture,
It breaks our hearts and hurts our eyes.
So we put the poison in our veins
and seek the hurdles in our path.
for they at once make life worth living,
and send us speeding towards our death.