My biggest fear isn’t what I thought it’d be
It’s not the day of final rest, not the day I cease to be
It’s that my time alive isn’t spent the way it needs to be
That all I did was sit back and react to what’s been done to me
That’s not the path she laid before, not the path she paved, you see
Her lessons still resound within, under the umbrella tree
But sometimes when I sit here thinking what all lies ahead, I grieve
And wish instead I’d grew up, obtained what I used to believe
The life they taught me I should have, picket fences painted white
Ph.D, tenure and the other things they say are “right”
Then my thoughts drift back to her, and the talks we shared at night
As my focus fades into the place that it belongs, to write
Do the things in life that as a kid I’d always dreamt I’d do
Even though my father told me “go to school, just think it through”
There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t give to have just one more day
To spend with her, to do the things we talked about, the things we’d say
All I am, all I’ll be, everything that I create
They’re all because of her and things she’d teach me when the night was late
As I look into this mirror, I know she’s here and hasn’t died
She lives through me and fuels my work – it’s why I’m never satisfied
How the World Should Work 