Who can help us predict our fate
Went to collect my winnings, arrived at the pearly gate
Didn’t get an invite but clearly there to see
By the name and number on the receptionists TV

Sort of confused by what is going on
There doesn’t seem to be a right or a wrong
Living how I wanted, just a twenties boy
Now looks like I’m discarded like last years toy

We’re starting to beat this, so the adverts say
Why in that case don’t I have an extended stay
Liquids pouring into me, feels like internal rain
Will I ever look out that window again

Just seemed like as a few blinks ago
Felt the air, walked the streets, always on the go
Warm places, flashed by my eyes
Up above me the bright blue skies

An abundance of talent should have been used more
How would they know when he knocked on the door
Skills created by him, unearthed at the end
Still made dreams happen, web messages sent

Continued his path, rose above the pain
Extinguished the phrase, without it no gain
Continued to smile whilst hurting inside
Continued to live life, he didn’t hide

Still gave his advice on technology to use
Loved his share dealing, markets to peruse
A lesson for us all as we continue through life
Who knows what’s around the corner – can be love or strife

Sitting there beside him near the ever opening door
F1 cars go round a track in a terrifying roar
Has started on his journey where he will soar
Beyond that final frontier where no mans gone before