All things must pass
Sometimes life is not lived in the present
Things will always be better in the future
For no one knows what the future is
Poor servants excuse their pitiful lives
In the hope their death will finally bring them happines
Sitting on the right side of God
Watching their king feel the pain they know so well
The first will be last and the last will be first
But that's all bullshit
Live is lived in each passing moment
Your life is only what you make of it
A wealthy man can be poor
A strong man can be weak
A smart man can be stupid
We must deal with only what we choose to accept
Our limitations are only self-imposed
Our lives are lived in the present
Tomorrow is just an excuse