My Chair

Life is never fair Evil lives the good life The good often perish A genetic trick of the devil Or so some may say Me, I sit in my chair As the world turns from night to day All around the spinning I feel Till from my chair, I fall to ground Still haven’t fallen for thee A myopic illusion twisted in pain I suffer here alone Under the falling rain I too sit in a chair Oceans away Two solitudes Have never been so clear As when I sleep alone in fear Of dreams that may or may not be A return to Fantasy An old man once told me Life is seldom fair Never bet on thirteen