Poet Musing

It's all just a stranger passing in the night
It's all just something grey, not black or white
People love and people live
People hate their luck
When they're told it's their life they'll have to give
Hopefully, the years will bless me
And I'll make it through it all
Living like life is the only way to be
Or free
Can't we just let go of what we hold onto?

And be free

Why do you cry every night?
Why are you not happy?
I'd give up a life that'd bring me joy
If only, if only
You said it'd please you
Happiness is a loaded gun
Hot and heavy in your hand
And knowing that there's no one
In all the world, in all the land
That can make you pull the trigger

I'll not pull this trigger