Now

It seems that life is painful
And not really worth the hype
It just seems time passes quickly
(Forgive the stereotype)

It’s basically made up
Of times of work and play
Make money, then you spend it
(No– yes, really I’m okay)

There’s love and hate and sadness
And there’s others too, I guess
But no matter how you deal with it
Emotions are a mess

There’s seasons and there’s cycles
There’s good times and there’s bad
There’s ugliness and beauty
The enemy, the comrade

I don’t really understand
Why we are here at all
At some point or other
It all will be banal

It strikes me how short it is
I’ve never been so old
Time might as well keep speeding up
For it is uncontrolled

I’m not morbid or anxious
I don’t actively seek death
I’m not all together eager
To take in my last breath

But it becomes kind of obvious
How logical it would be
To not have to wait for my turn
If death would just take me

Now