SO, the weeks are short, the days long,

it seems meaningless, yet you want life to prolong,
it's not that it's bad, even though everything's wrong,
it's tragically so beautiful, you decide to write a song.

you gym, you drum, you are at work till two,
triple checked the numbers, but Murphy finds his way into,
you revise everything you said, you sent, you did, and hope people don't misconstrue,
the spreadsheets and charts, in your dreams, they say, boo!

try hard to sleep, but the emptiness really gets to you,
so you try to think of nicer things, but you are scared it may not come true,
do you care? no, yes, no, aaargh ... you just need something to look forward to,
you bastard, no matter what you get, you'll always rue!

make a to do list, for a day, month, year, a life,
and then you go sit on the couch, watch a lame hbo movie, or TSN folks cutting shoes with a knife!
you feel guilty, there are items on that list to strike,
'pay the bills', 'buy eggs', 'lunch with D', 'fix the bike',

you are on the run, bullet to bullet on that list, it is your north star,
you don't know where it's taking you? reckon, not very far,
but at least it fills up your day,
keeps the deeper questions at bay,
while you wait, wait for the next turn, that'll lead to the perfect life,

till then ...
hit the gym at eleven, or miss it, dinner at nine,
you love it, don't you? you slave of time,
it squeezes you hard, like you were a spring,
you are maxed out, but too proud to say, you have hit the brink,

and then...
suddenly, it takes off it's hand, and then you bounce,
spaced out, clueless, you start to jounce,
stranded in the endless desert of time,
check your mail twice in ten minutes, it feels like a crime,
there are books to read, people to meet; but, what you have in plenty, you try to optimize,
and none of these, right now, seem to make your happiness maximize

and again...
you wait, wait for the next turn, that'll lead to the perfect life,
whatever that is? private jet, romance, just no mental strife,

not as an epiphany, but, it slowly dawns on you...
this is it, this is your life,

you have been on that turn, since the day you were born,
you were waiting for nothing, dreams are as true as santa or unicorn,
happiness is evasive, stop the pursuit,
feel now, let it sink through,

appreciate the beauty, that is the key,
a game of paintball, a dip in the sea,
drink beer with a friend, enjoy when you pee,
ride the balmy wind on your face, the roads are dusty,
the baby's yawn, beautiful? isn't she?
the street urchin's oblivious smile, he's all glee,
laugh at the government's new meaningless decree,
the taste of water, when the mercury's at 38 C,
the cuts-through-your-shoe knife, the hbo movie,
this is all life will ever be,

so, feel now, let it sink through,
funny things it will make you do,
write a song; mean I, when you say you!