Waiting for death
Is like any other day
There is nothing special
Nothing sacred about it
Bored watching the telly
Bored eating your food
Bored with life
Bored with death
Smiling at your dogs
Smiling to your wife
Smiling at life
Smiling at your death
Pensive about the world
Pensive about the news
Reflecting your life
Pondering your demise
Laughing with your cats
Laughing out loud
Laughing at life
Laughing at dead
I never thought
It would be that easy
Days just floating by
Days just being here
You don’t even have to hide
You don’t need to pretend
Time just keeps on coming
Minute after minute
Hour after hour
No matter how many days
No matter how many weeks
No matter how many months
May still come your way
There is nothing special
Nothing sacred about it
