I just got done,
watching my life unravel,
kicked to gravel
judge came along and hit me with a gavel.
He said �What you done with you life, man,
it�s wasted!�
I said �The rat race?
I ran, and I raced it,
and I lost.
It�s time to count the cost.
It seems you can�t be the winner,
unless you�re the boss.
But even our bosses
have bosses above them,
and we�re all ruled by the government,
God love �em.
But aren�t they the ones
who are meant to serve us?
So how does that work,
and what�s the fuss
about winning anyway?
I just wanna play.
Life�s a game.
I wanna live it day by day.
Make the most of my time.
Is that a crime?
Once in a while
I might compose a little rhyme.
An observation
from my own perspective.
Some food for thought
that I can post on Eclective.
I�m not concerned with
career progression,
my place on the ladder,
or if I should set up a pension.
I�m sorry if this doesn�t
seem right to you;
but if you don�t like it,
then you know what you can do.�