We could care less

About any sort of thing

For causing a mess

Was not too deadening

We’d jump and play

While our parents seldom watch

We’d stay happy and gay

Still the parents march

Soon, when I’d grown

I poked fun and jest

I found that I was lone

And that was the rest

I reached eighteen

When I was left to survive

The experiences I was making

Were never, never too kind

I sat in my apartment

With no dough to spare

My family would comment

As I sat in despair

I thought of my life

And how it all fell

Fought no strifes

Then went to fight this hell

I sit and worry, wondering what I meant

I mustn’t spend my time sitting in despair

For a life not spent to it’s extent

Is a sorrowful life, lost in unawareness