Everyday There Is A Chance

 When I am dead
           Laying in a coffin
           Arms crossed by a Mortician
           Before the rigor set in
                           Then, and only then
                                    Will I shun new experiences
                           Then, and only then
                                    Will I refuse to meet new people
                           Then, and only then
                                    Will I shut my ears to new sounds
                           Then, and only then
                                    Will I blind my eyes to new sights
                           Then, and only then
                                    Will I avoid the unproven tastes
                           Then, and only then
                                    Will I believe my best days are past  
Until then, until that fateful day
          I will live
          As if there is a point and a purpose
          To everything