I write because I have nothing to do.
The sky is black, not blue.
Its night time, nothing good on the radio.
So I write, goodnight.
Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?
Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.
A cause worth pursuing.
I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.
I hang about not on a rope.
So I write these words instead of being dead.
The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.
5th February, 2018