This has got to be some of the sappiest crap I have ever written/posted. I do apologize profusely.
There isn't much to say
About anything today
It's another day, another piece of life
And all I can think of is the knife
I believe life is precious and a gift
But some souls need a lift
Their thoughts turn to a dark matter
Thinking of death instead of the latter
To be here or not to be;
To see or not to see
I'd ask if all was now okay
But the truth I've never heard you say.
It's something not easily expressed,
I lack the words for it, I do confess
If only I could believe in many more things,
If only I knew how the nightingale sings.
Life is just beginning for me,
But it seems to be ending for thee
If time only allowed for one word
I'd describe what I think of life: absurd.
I'll end how I begun
To the earth I'll go, what fun.
Dear life, I don't understand
How you could take this life straight from my hand.
There isn't much to say
About anything today
It's another day, another piece of life
And all I can think of is the knife
I believe life is precious and a gift
But some souls need a lift
Their thoughts turn to a dark matter
Thinking of death instead of the latter
To be here or not to be;
To see or not to see
I'd ask if all was now okay
But the truth I've never heard you say.
It's something not easily expressed,
I lack the words for it, I do confess
If only I could believe in many more things,
If only I knew how the nightingale sings.
Life is just beginning for me,
But it seems to be ending for thee
If time only allowed for one word
I'd describe what I think of life: absurd.
I'll end how I begun
To the earth I'll go, what fun.
Dear life, I don't understand
How you could take this life straight from my hand.