To build up your hopes and dreams
For the sweetest and finest of
things
All the stuff that you've accrued
Will not mean much when life’s
subdued
We all succumb, with one final
breath
One final ride, that last express
To a place that you've never known
But you must leave the things
you've owned
This next trip is luggage free
No carry-on, no cellphone, where
you’ll next be
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Do you know where you'll be going when you die? Do you know what you get to take with you?
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