Sanoja: Too Bad Eugene. Hypothetical.

How do you know which seeds a man has sown
Before he reaps them
How do you see the words that one might read
Before they're written
Where will we go? How will we know until we get there?
It seems so slow til time reminds us we've got one chance.
We play these games with no rules but many names
None of them clever.
And we get so sore cause nobody knows the score
Until it's over.
When will we go?
How will we know until we get there?
It seems so slow til time reminds us we've got one chance.
Here we go to this undiscovered land
So unknown cause someone forgot to read the end.


Look at elapsed life, where did it go
Cause in it's time it seemed so slow
It makes me wonder how much I've got left
Until the end.
So many answer but none bring peace
And I've got faith but fears don't cease.
Can someone tell me how to not fear death
Cause I'm just a man