A Cure for Life
You can’t escape death it’s not worth denying.
Escape the fear of - now that’s worth trying!
But a cure for life? Is it really an illness, or just temporary strife?
Maybe a case of “briefcase blues!” Easily solved by a day on snooze.
But what? Be specific! I don’t have time.
Your job, your wallet, your friends or mine?
There is no purpose, reason or other.
You’re not alone, just a citizen brother.
Not better or worse, longer, shorter or taller.
Different, unique, but not backed in a corner.
Free as a bird, a river or whatever the fuck you believe.
Just don’t say life needs a cure to feel.