For posterity...

When it all seems put together,
it might feel as if a dream
but the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not quite what they seem.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust "
was not spoken of the soul.
our hearts grow weary, our minds will rust
but the grave is not the goal

though still, like drums, our hearts are beating
Funeral marches to the grave
and yet we waste our moments, fleeting
preserving lives we cannot save

Know with time there is no battle
it's victory is guaranteed
Don't be dumb, like driven cattle
be a slave, now freed

Do not labor, do not wait
on things to pass the hour
for your destiny, is not your fate
don't squander inborn power

conquer life by seeking arete
as you have learned to see it
and as you do this every day
maybe you'll help others be it

- Longfellow, remixed