I regret that I'm still here
Facing the last trip of train,
Bound for one last beer
Repeat for tomorrow again

To think some few years ago
I was once a proud plethora
A kid with ambitions to show
Wits to which I'm not a goner

Wasted days of my youth
Earning a way to discredit
My parents' sense of repute
All the while dying underneath

Moments after the expected
Here I saw myself standing
On a glass panel window I wept
Wishing to be just good at lying

'My life is ******* brilliant' I said
Counting the cigars I had left
Smoking another 'one last' dread
Before the 12 AM train depart