While we can

Let’s not rush to decadence where we have to explain our opulence

Let’s stay hungry—not starving

Let’s shake and agitate

Let’s not drown from too much and let’s not perish from severe lack

In the meantime

Let’s express ourselves while we have coherence

The time may come when we’ll be too close to our source and we will make sense no more

Let’s spend our energy now that we have it

The time may come when once it disperses, it does not return again

Laugh now as often and as loud as we can

Because later the funny will elude us

Cry and be emotional now that we can

Because later the numbness won’t let us

Be foolish now while we can because later we’ll have to explain ourselves