Living in a box is boring
Sometimes I'd rather be out whoring
But that's why I'm here
Trapped by the fear
It's darkness the light is abhorring
Half full or empty and pouring
Like shedding a tear
Or drinking a beer
I'd rather be digging than soaring
Life yields myth for enduring
Life on the edge is alluring
Time wasted is lost
Lost in singular thought
With a fork to demand
And a pat for a friend
It's a game
Already lost
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