as i stand on the edge
of life's precipice
with the question of why
being the only one left

why am i not satisfied
with any of this
where all life seems to give
is a Judas kiss

all of life's qualms
nothing new to add to it
with all its goings ons
i find mostly useless

i've made it this far
but what is the purpose
with numerous battle scars
was it all worth it

i look at the past
and see better days
as the present and future
give them away

with nothing new
under the sun
why do i feel i have lost
this race i have run