You might wish you had more to say

On your obituary day

All those times that you hoped and that you prayed

Somehow the words were lost in the fray,

Was there anyone who cared anyway?

The stench of life’s one act play

Expecting results with no delays

Living a life with little praise,

As you stare with a mesmerized gaze

As you note that insanity is the latest craze

And it’s not just a passing phase

God created this self-defeating maze,

I know these words are hard

Like trees that are burnt and charred

Despite the world’s disregard

Your journey has been so bizarre,

Earth has been the source of your mental scars

You won’t find any answers at the bars

Go ahead and buy all those houses and the cars

But, you might as well just talk to the celestial stars,

As asteroid dust just settles to the ground

And you desperately search for any joy that can be found

You’re just a mortal soul who is earthbound

A minor disturbance in the lost and found.