Counting Zeros

There’s emptiness this night; Good-byes are everywhere. Life is such a hard thing; Sometimes it’s too hard for me. Those with initials preceding their name; They might conclude I suffer. Abandonment is always lurking; There in the shadows; it awaits. Living seemed so much easier; When I could run like the wind. I seldom was caught; And each new place helped me forget. I said my Good-byes a week ago; But somehow I lied to myself. Made up stories; dimmed the footlights; And disguised what I couldn’t seem to face. Maybe I’m too expecting; Maybe this is just a passing moment; And there really isn’t anyone else out there. Maybe this is all just an illusion. So I have no other choice; I’ll stuff it in my bag. My bag already overflowing Filled with so many designed fabrications; Amounting to but meaningless denials. It’s hard to believe in anything anymore; One day you’re here; next day you’re gone. You make a friend you lose a lover; It’s all so discouraging and never ending. You think you’re standing on solid ground; Then the earth shakes and a hole opens up. You save your pennies; buy a home and one day; You could lose it all to the right of public domain. WE the people, in order to form a more convenient society; Survive in herds, accept our branding and pay the piper His dues. But It’s all been said before and many will say they I agrees; But inevitable it’s simply just the “same old Sh**, different day.”