sieze this day

Death will come to everyone.
Whether now or then,
All good things must finally end.
So don’t go quietly into the ground,
But instead walk swiftly until you are found
Climb the mountains in the distance sun,
And follow the rivers flow.
Set your soul free to roam,
And let your feet just stroll along.
You won't know when or how you’ll go
So prepare your heart and reap what you sow.