Between the Cradle and the Grave

This day could bite you in a big way
Could escalate the drama queen inside your being
and shower you in bouquets
This day could be your cabriolet
Could elevate your peace of mind and help you find
your very own judgement day — hurray
Unfurl, don’t postpone it to another world
No desire for immortality, set yourself free
Don’t be that elevator girl
My faith is decorum and my spirit is my life
I’m not living in the past now as a brainwashed sacrifice
I see the trouble in their dreams
Deciphering their meaning
Cherry picking verses
I see the waiting rooms of gods
To me it just seems odd
Seek the living that you crave
Between the cradle and the grave