Looking down
Into a hole
Oh,
To drown!
To be released
From daily stress!
To escape the chains
Of all this mess!
To cozy up
To a sharp knife,
Or blow out my brains–
But I couldn’t do that
To my wife,
Or my family and friends.
It all depends
On the foundation
Which I’ve built my life.
No experience
In this nation
Can compare
To the values and strength
Inherent in how I’m made.
Or the sacrifices
Of those who love me
Time and energy,
All the money,
Invested in
Making me free
From this disease.
Yes, so much
It would be a shame
To come to
A premature end.
I must confess,
It’s not likely.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 