Life’s not for you
Life’s for your genes
Your body is just the vehicle
You don’t have a soul
You are a soul
Driving a bloody miracle
It’s not about the destination
Enjoy life’s trip
Towards heavenly dead ends
Swerve maternity to
Gatecrash eternity
Your drive is solely
For holy delivery errands
Your body may drop your genes off at school
But the ‘you’, will reach a dead end in the dark
Arrive at heaven’s glorious tollgate
But with nowhere to park