Streamline all your days.
All the bad times,
Can have rhythm made of precise planning.
Who lives like a line,
Connecting to a point and another?
Never wait for disease to surprise you.
Anticipate the pain of life,
Expect all the good to pass.
With the pressure of demands
You need death without revelation.
A trigger and finger
You were made of both,
Taut and awaiting.
You have always decided
When you live and die,
At the same time.
