This Could Be My Last Day

being content
with everyone
laid back about all things
and unsure of decisions
creates mass problems
the fight is taken from you
going through the movements of life
celebrating what you're suppose to
sleeping when you must
waking and crawling along the floor
begging for a cup of coffee
never being angry
raising your voice
or willing to fight
for anyone.
to vacate your mind
empty yourself of emotions
deprive all sorrow and sadness
makes for a boring existence.
i may be dirt poor
but my debts are my own
not my parents
but i'm living a rich life
and that's too much for some people to bare
you can acknowledge the wrong
but until you say something about it
you're not better than those lost souls
bouncing around this marble
searching for instant euphoria
blaming their lack of character
on timing
time is shit
it's a frame to keep you scared
to keep you under foot
and unsure of everything
there are no second chances
no call backs
no reruns or hiatus
embrace it while you can
and let go if you must
some things
you must hold on
to with dear life
it's easier
to wallow through shit
when you're deaf dumb and blind