Go On, Now It's Your Turn

yesterday’s misery sits at the bottom

of a stomach which still hasn’t eaten since last night

holding onto anger’s rock, it needs grinding

broken down, like the family tearing love into pieces

constantly a guilt of simply existing, jumping a day’s hurdle

the next one just gets taller

the people in front of you, they run faster

strap on your best shoes, a simple tie, a suite made for a king

compete for a spot on this earth

being alive just doesn’t cut it anymore

winning the lottery to be rich?

no, it’s for being comfortable, luxurious peace of mind

separation from the ordinary, things are solved

a mindset we’ve wrapped in this smoke, watch it float away

possessions possessing us

fighting in a war, undrafted, with not a gun

with sweat and labor, shuffling among our fellow man

making ends meet? -wrong, meeting our end

life the target, aligned down our site one finger on the trigger

bruises always heal, blood returns to where it came from

or? are there curves in the road, waiting within ticking clocks

things start fading, a setting sun

they don’t come back the same way they went down

shuffle the cards one more time, maybe you’ll get a better hand

just like a candle’s flame wishes there was more wax

you see the end, but how bad do you want it to get here

open life’s handbook

scroll through the table of contents

walking, talking, you lose a tooth, a first kiss, driving, obeying laws, graduation, marriage, kids - they look like you, expenses are paid

how odd, death doesn’t have a page number

if only there was a hand to hold

you wouldn’t be so tempted to give the world the finger

here’s a bullet, heavy with “at least you tried”

don’t let it all hit your mind, it might leave a scar