Die Old

Artists all around. Work so hard to avoid happiness.
Oh, how deep you sound. But I’m not impressed.
What’s so wise about narcissistic whimpering, nihilistic failure?
It sure beats me.
But you won’t wipe this smile off my face.
I’ll think of sun when days are cloudy.
I’ll squeeze as much joy out of every given day
that I am man for, don’t get in my way.
'Cause you won’t wipe this smile off my face.
Won’t close my eyes to the deeds of cruelty.
But what I’ll choose to embrace is beauty.
And I’ll stick to my plan — to die old with a smile upon my lips.