The Struggle 

By Mike Defendant 

 

I had a regular dream last night. one you'd call "bad" but for me it's alright. I struggle to live and I'll struggle to die. I question my existence, a life of asking why? It's something in the universe, something in the air. I breathe it in again and again and I don't even care. It takes me away from this corpse I possess, away from all the hatred, away from all the stress. 

When I meet my fate and I'm no longer here, smoke me a smoke and drink me a beer. Miss me and wish me my final good bye, just know I've been tired and ready to die. I'll finally be happy, I'll finally be blessed. I'll finally be able to get me some rest. Cheers to my family, cheers to my friends. I'll love you forever, every life ends.