"For Whatever You Live Is Life"

We are all made from dirt.

He was just a man who caught the midnight train bound for life.
Love, faith, happiness, luck, gathered like a hand of playing cards
were all he wanted;
but wanting don't make a thing true.

He saw Time give up the struggle. Life was a blur
he stood outside, tangled in Finite things
perhaps this was his curse, for truth is a blanket
too short
and
too thin.
blinded by his ignorance, he avoided the depths
for what you don't know won't hurt you.

He stopped at a yellow boxlike station
and watched the unpainted faces file by, waiting for
Something.
But there's a lot of things you never get if you wait
and for a brief interval, he remembered
not everything was the same.

It all depended on what you did with the dirt.