Today

How pointless is this life of ours,
I can’t even be bothered having a shower,
Can’t find the strength to brush my teeth,
They probe me with questions
To find what’s underneath.

How futile is this life of mine,
I spend more time drinking wine,
I inhale some weed to give me relief,
But I always feel so full of grief.

How empty is this life we hold,
So many questions left untold,
So many lives so full of woe,
I watch a murder of many crows

How sad this life of which we live,
So much of ourselves we eventually give,
But what in return, that is not ours to say,
I wish this day would just go away,

How truly lost today I feel,
I cant find the will to get down and kneel,
To a god that ‘hope’ hopes may exist
To god I look up and raise my fist

How could you god allow so much pain,
The path to peace should drive me insane,
To make us cry and beg and bleed,
To allow us the chance for us to breed

How could we spawn this life again,
A life which is guaranteed to feel pain,
A small little baby cries all night,
It has no idea how much it has to fight

How can we make each day any better,
I don’t know but that’s why I write you a letter
I haven’t the answers but I only know this:
Its happiness that I truly miss.


EyeCeyE 2007