Here we are - still!
With a lifetime to ****.
We can spend it all in pain
Or on a beach in Spain
Live like life’s a chore
Or love it even more
Whichever way we go
The end’s an open door
And, however much
We come to know
I doubt we’ll ever understand
What it’s all been for.
Some truths tell their own tale;
The air is free in gaol -
But you’ll never see it fill a sail
Good feels better than bad
And happy beats being sad
Don’t look for things to blame
When you check the tree
To see if he came
There’s only one door
Of that, you can be sure.