The constraint of death pulls at my threads
Is it not running in everyone’s heads 
That this body will burn out
Seems to be beyond all doubt
I sense a flaw
And the ice thaw 
To make me feel the snow 
The frostbite of not letting go
When it’s time 
And every rhyme 
Holds an unbidden note
Oh, the gurus that I quote 
Fearless stand 
Impervious to any man 
Who might set a flag
On a mountain so they can brag
That they’ve conquered it
But do you know who you’re talking with 
The virgin land 
And the people who understand 
As it pulses through
I seem to be talking to you
But it’s just empty air 
The presence of something that’s ever there