Life, it moves so fast,
one second you're here, then you're not.
Vita breva, man.
I think I've written this poem before.
No matter. Life repeats itself,
every thing is the same as the last time around.
We love, we hurt, feel joy, betrayal,
and then pick ourselves up again the next day,
or the next, or the day after that.
To Life, it's all the same,
and you know it's all been done before,
but each time feels like the first,
and even though you know what's coming,
it still takes you by surprise.
Now that is the mystery of life.
So grab a beer and kick back,
'cause whatever happens, man,
que sera sera.