What is life but a downward plight
Struggling to find your way and do what's right
Working hard to pay for your needs
While listening to other cries and pleas.
For a life of tedium is not a life worth living
The world is corrupt and less people are willing
To help their fellow man, give the shirt off their back
Conviction, these days, is what humans lack.
The ignored cries for help while the majority weep
It's no wonder none of us are able to sleep;
Dealing with our mundane, uninteresting existence
While the demand for more of us becomes most persistent
Until all you can do is relax and cry
While the universe continues to bleed you dry
And what is left of you but a token?
Gone in due time with the words you left unspoken