Thinking Aloud

Every night my mind would wander,
all the time and money, I let squander.
Should I live should I die,
should I laugh should I cry.
Always stuck in a rut,
tired of ******* the local ****.
I've been up, I've been down,
showed a smile showed a frown.
Sometimes rich sometimes poor,
both always make me want more.
Been cut up and been stitched,
been picked up and been ditched.
Done good and bad things,
sometimes even pulled some strings.
Asked questions, listened to answers,
sang with singers, danced with dancers.
But still, I sit and stare,
maybe I'm just filled with hot air.
Always thinking about life and death,
where will I be, when taking my last breath.
No more wasting away the years,
time to face all my fears.
Did we really evolve from apes,
believing in God is just sour grapes.
Where do we go after we're dead,
will I ever again get any head.
Will we arrive on some distant planet,
I'll be Jack looking a girl Janet.