Irony and Lonelieness So coldly; An abrupt end to a good life Sometimes I think of life So warmly; And I smile to think I'm alive But sometimes I think of death As charming, A peaceful place And sometimes I think of life As alarming, A destructive place Tell me, am I crazy To think of the latter before the first? Should it be the other way? I do believe I'm lazy To think of living as too much work But no, I'm only lonely For all those who've gone before me |