Doing+It+Right

Doing It Right

I dream of fighting dragons amber eyes blazing through Morpheus' fog Breath like a thousand suns cooking the air I smile and laugh, brown eyes blazing And I think this is a worthy death

Sometimes when I'm walking around I imagine a grizzly bear with a mighty roar Stepping out of the woods seeking a challenge And I let out my own roar and charge Wind in my hair I think this is a worthy death

As I listen to songs of revolution I envision myself making a final stand Back against the wall, enemies all around Not moving an inch, like Sitting Bull As bullets strike flesh I think this is a worthy death

And occasionally I imagine myself old and restless Sitting in a chair with family all around me A shelf full of my own books behind me  Going with cherished memories, like my Pap As I fall asleep one last time I think this is a worthy death

If you're going to die Might as well live while you do it