The Lucky Ones (The Greatest Show On Earth)

We are going to die
And that makes us the Lucky Ones

Most people are never going to die because they're never going to be born
The potential people who could have been here in my place
But who will in fact never see the light of day
Out numbered the sand grains of Sahara

Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats
Scientists greater than Newton

We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA
So massively out numbers the set of actual people
In the teeth of these stupefying odds
It is you and I in our ordinariness font that are here

We privileged few who won the lottery of birth against all odds
How dare we whine at our inevitable return
To that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred



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Writer(s): 1st Impression
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