I think we fail to see how similar we all are 
Caught in our own world, 
 like a school of anxious fish 
We can swim in circles our whole life; 
denying our shared destination 
 
Whether you parade through life 
 with your head held high; 
Or saunter like a scared dog with a tucked tail  
 
We can spend time arguing who roles the dice 
 for the game of life; 
And who pulls the strings to close the curtains 
 
You can pray and pray to a fictious god,  
who is unlikely to answer; 
Or neglect the whole idea, 
 and never pick up the phone 
 
Does it matter how we choose to get there? 
Half of us won't get the chance to grow old; 
But live everyday like the next is promised 
 
We are explicitly fragile; 
But wonderfully eager