Waste of Breath

11/16/21 It's all good, even though my life ain't the best Another day ready to face what's next Against major threats Got to put in work and break a sweat Take a drink, light it up and erase the stress Living paycheck to paycheck Is pathetic and a real pain in the neck I need to take a trek Can't expect change with the same attempts I barely would take a step Or I went to the greatest depths Either I was a fool and made a mess Or I became adept Often seems like a waste of breath Only made of flesh Eventually there will be a date of death Stay hep Have we figured out the source of our creation yet? Most don't, but some relate I guess An addict full of pain depressed Never been evil or a fake and pest How quickly they forget It had no impact, if I want to I'll make a dent Take 'em out with an occasional Bayonet No need to finish it all and say the rest If you actually knew Would it change your view? Get a clue Don't need to prove What I can truly do You're not better than me, and I'm not better than you Staying true to who I am as a new day drew Seeing it through Then bidding adieu Often I would lose And booze Full of the blues Wasn't always what I would choose I wasn't in yours and you weren't in my shoes Heart black and blue Bruised With an ooze Of reddish hues Use to alcohol and drugs Not use to hugs Use to guns and gloves Not use to love One thing I want, but am not familiar of Most so quick to judge And shove Or hold a grudge It's the same old crud, causing blood To be spilled in ways that are dumb One of many things we have yet to overcome Searching for love everywhere through all the sludge Got to keep on and trudge And do better at saving my funds