Lyrics by Joshua Adams, Berkshire Student
My truest thoughts a remedy, the melody of life a spectrum of strife, I rifle through the memories imminent in my demise, realize the fire that flares in my eyes.
Desire not afraid to recognize the truth be legendary, death to be not scary, my intrepid mind to die before the wild, my dream, my ambition no more am I a child.
I have fulfilled the origin of my plan, for most to misconceive, to misunderstand, I trekked into Alaska as a youth now a man, for I hear the shadows beckon.
Victory to the land, picture me eternally drifting in the wind, I know I’ll die alone, the truth be lovely, the heavens above me, the light to shine a sign to those who know of me, first impression.
The expression of this sensation, the elimination of desperation, not worthy of contemplation, no intimidation of death, the cold breath of motivation to have left a compilation of memories, my compensation my commiseration for those who weep depression.
Oh won’t you feel my inspiration, it is not a tragedy that much of me is a memory such a bleak nation to make consideration of a weak relation, to truly seeking beauty in this life we are placed in, no time to waste then.
Feel my philosophy reap it if you will I have the notion, that a lesson is to fill the minds of many, I had the intentions to regress behind to the corners of society, alas I succumb to the subtle ailment that trails me as my body falters my last minutes become so quietly peaceful.
Silently release my final thoughts I think the ink leaks words so softly that sinks into the image with my lofty smile I left for those who can see the final emotion, my eternal happiness, that rests in the wild.