It never seems like it is enough....

To live the grind from dawn to dust.

to money, fame and power trust.

Fuck family, friends or a neighbors trust.

To lust for life gives lust to live.

It is within this mind frame that beg to live,

At least it is fun while time permits.

The world is to small for a legacy list.

Yet each death that life prevents,

seeking validation,  our souls to rent

posting for noise, clichéd relevance.

But fuck it.... what better to do?

A fatal attraction to reaction of rules,

Times in our mind that we wish we could lose,

Thoughts kept close that we wish they could view,

Truths not spoken that we forgot to prove. 

Will power taken by the empowered few.

The ones that we trusted from our love to our food.

Truly each life must endure some abuse,

Or how else would we learn the growth, from the pain to lose.

It is truly amazing the space we take, 

To be a small planet that just spins in space.

If it is a ladder each steps a stake,

Beautiful chaos for the schedules we make. 

JLS