Why? - Beanbag

Falling back into an empty chair

Crawling out and seeing nothing there

Why waste my time when I’m happy?

Slipping back into my honest world

Taking things just to feel the swirl

Why waste my time when I am here

I can do what I dream when I fear

Selling out and getting what I want

Take a pick and I will get the lock

Why waste my time when I’m complete?

Grab the walls in the toilet block

I hit my head and I flush the lot

Why waste my time when I’m fine

In the ways that I’ve set in my life?

My arms are protesting a weakness in me

My hands are a tool to remind me

My eyes complicated enough don’t see

My fingers they curl back and witness to my face

Drifting in and out reality

Your own reflection is bewailingly

But you still smile and keep things

Up with the people on the concrete slab

When you get in ttouble you catch a cab

Waking up, drifting to the welfare door

Spend all your money till you hit the floor

You’ve been takien to another place

You’re lying down but you’re in this race

Don’t ever think run away

Turn around and look at all you have

The gift of God is much greather than

You cannot die when you have life