Life's not worth living.
Either boring or compulsive,
All is tedious, and repulsive.
These are moments when you see
What we live for, is the key.
Money matters, but we know,
There are limits it can go.
So is love, or sex if you please,
Happiness appears more of a tease.
Friendships matter, but waver too,
No one lives just as you.
These are moments when you choose,
To keep going or cut loose.
All of us have habits to keep,
Even on board of a sinking ship.
So, keep going, keep going till you die,
Because you can't change, nor can I.
Head down, and throw up hands,
Or say, let us dig in sands.