Hurdling through the dark consciousness that is life,
As if anyone had an option; born into disparity,
Left for death to find and grasp. Who deserved
Such a thing, we will never know.

Forgotten life, the worst of them all.
Perhaps from lying drunken on a street corner,
For days on end. Perhaps from the fix that
You must have, perhaps.

Regardless of our conscious excuse, we always
Return to the unconscious. To the beyond.
To that realm no one knows of, but wants so badly.
To happiness.