THIS LIFE

when this life
is spitting in your face
all your friends have gone
You know that you’re
a waste of space
ding bloody dong

a wake up call
assails your ears
time to change your ways
regroup, take stock
confront your fears
look through the purple haze

its not just you
that finds themselves
alone against the world
there are others the same
on those dusty shelves
where you have all been hurled

it takes all sorts
to make this life
you are never on your own
it just feels at times
its full of strife
a solitary zone

I wish there were
some hope to give
to guide you through the mire
but alas it is
the one life you livebefore the funeral pyre