I just got done,
watching my life unravel,
kicked to gravel
judge came along and hit me with a gavel.
He said “What you done with you life, man,
it’s wasted!”
I said “The rat race?
I ran, and I raced it,
and I lost.
It’s time to count the cost.
It seems you can’t be the winner,
unless you’re the boss.
But even our bosses
have bosses above them,
and we’re all ruled by the government,
God love ‘em.
But aren’t they the ones
who are meant to serve us?
So how does that work,
and what’s the fuss
about winning anyway?
I just wanna play.
Life’s a game.
I wanna live it day by day.
Make the most of my time.
Is that a crime?
Once in a while
I might compose a little rhyme.
An observation
from my own perspective.
Some food for thought
that I can post on Eclective.
I’m not concerned with
career progression,
my place on the ladder,
or if I should set up a pension.
I’m sorry if this doesn’t
seem right to you;
but if you don’t like it,
then you know what you can do.”