Don't you forget this...

I close my eyes, and this image floats beside me.
A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me.
And all the time he's mumbling.
Mumbling truth.
Truth's like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold.
You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough.
You kick at it, beat it, it will never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying.
To the moment we leave dying.
It will cover just your head as you wail and cry and scream!

"Don't you forget this," John Keating.