Life on the Edge
The channels of life are oft hard to explain
They border on things quite bizarre
Are we then to live with our lives on the edge
Or to see all of life from afar
Of life in the fast lane, great pleasure is there
The women, the sex, and the drugs
We live through the night, and then in the day
Our bodies are found sprawled on rugs
But is this all bad, we sometimes do ask
For the reasons do boggle the mind
Why a body would live in this retched estate
The key must be here, left to find
So the search has begun to find reason in this
And quickly the clues pile up
For life on the edge contains much, which it brags
Will sufficiently wet the dried cup
Soon the choice has been made, to live for the “good” life
And the festivities do commence
You see all you’d hoped for and yet, just the same
There are parts that don’t make any sense
A feeling of emptiness wells up in your head
It clouds out the thoughts that you had
You question your actions and consider the choice
And wonder if your choice was bad
Now you live in the fast lane, far beyond all return
And you look out at all that you did
Your life’s good or bad by the choices you make
The choices you made as a kid