Some days, I wish I was dead,
get it over and done with,
avoid the pain of old age, and decay,
finish it for good.
Some days, I read about people's deaths
and I feel envious of them,
they are the lucky ones,
nothing to worry about now.
Some days, I think it is a struggle,
and I'm one of the lucky ones,
I have a lot to be thankful for,
god knows how the poor get through?
Some days, I think about the God delusion,
it must be comforting giving up free thought,
not having to worry about life,
just follow myth obediently, unquestioning.
Some days, I think about the future,
and think, how many years do I have to do this?
It was great when I was young,
everything seemed new and, kind of, fun.
Some days, I am bored out of my mind,
the best years of your life, they say,
I laugh, every day just repeats,
and then you die.
Some days...
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