Die Young

The future is never clear

And it’s a possibility

That I will die young

Before life has truly begun

So I say, with a hint of irony

That should this be the case

Scatter my ashes at the place

Where I found peace when I was meek

The old skate park in Weston Creek

Whose curves I know better than a lover

The thought of carving those bowls

Lulls me to sleep when my mind is at ease

And once, when I was in a state of despair

I walked in to heart of the concrete

And written on the walls was the note

‘Love will save your soul’

Those words have stayed with me

And speak about the camaraderie

I found at night underneath the bright lights

Just kick and push and feel alright

So if I reach an early end

Take me to my sweetest friend

And scatter my ashes at Weston Creek skate park