Wondering how am I gonna spend the night
Will I have to again put up a fight?
Why can’t things always go on right?
Thinking of my existence… is there a reason
Is my relationship with others a treason?
Will this go on… for every season
In the horizon… Is it rising or setting, the sun?
Have been living so long, like a leech
It seems nothing’s left… no sensible speech
Every bond of life… seems to be nearing a breach
Feelings within are all out of reach
Have pulled these things… far too long
It seems to be ending, like a faint song
Times been swinging, on a ping pong
Striving to come through and remain strong
Enough of clinging… like a vine
Put an end to it and strengthen the spine
Life ain’t gonna be a straight line
Have a future to build… be it fine
The Johny
