Don't mind the lyrics

There could be a time,

When I can't write, no more.

My brain will fade out,

And I won't think anymore.

They say, why I write so much,

Or share everything that's mine.

Thing is, something tells me,

I may not have much time.

Call it guts or intuition,

Call in the sixth sense.

Call it the divine rule of destiny,

Perhaps it makes no sense.

I wanna say it all, while I can,

Post my work online.

So that I leave with no regrets,

And my soul echoes in every line.