Seems I’m getting older and
My life creeps toward its end.
My work was very successful,
But I wish I had a friend.
Hurricanes, politics, hatred and war,
Every day of our lives are filled with struggles.
And whenever I am feeling overwhelmed,
I can always depend on kitten snuggles.
Self-doubt and depression come out at night,
The unspeakable pain which people fear.
Inside my head, I am safe and warm,
For it is very dark in here.
Working in an industrial park,
Is a fine place to make a buck.
But although “park” is in its name,
There is never an ice cream truck.