By spending time you gain on those less vain It’s insane, but age has a way of delaying Blame and other such strangely painful things But all the same, it’s simply plain to resist I mean, that is ignorance is bliss Just a kiss, and the frog is a prince Convinced he’s been cured by granting a wish It’s as if dying were a crime, non-divine Like a sign, pointing with signs like a mime Re-align, and unwind time in three lines Life’s designed to mend itself and be fine So don’t mind what the shore has in store Cry no more, no remorse, or divorce No more war and of course no more for Poor people like you afraid of living