Have an idea about death. You slow down as you age so death can catch up.
It’s coming. There’s no stopping it. And I don’t even care.
What good would it do? Not even scared a little bit. Would it help?
Except and but for the pain, hope and pray feel about as good as I should.
Think you are only afraid of death, your own death, if you are frightened in life.
Myself, I can’t help but wonder, is it too late to learn how to play the drums?