Nose to the grindstone, still lost my job.
Working was life, pushing away all my friends.
Is it time for me to start another chapter,
Or is this where my story finally ends?
Cleaning up the diet, working out every day,
Seems overwhelming, like a Herculean feat.
But I have to get with it so that when I die,
Sammy has something nutritious to eat.
Trying so hard to get things done,
Life, after all is a forward progression.
Yet inside I’m lonely, empty and lost,
Crippled by this m*****f***** depression.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
And loathe though I am to put it down,
To let another man rule in my stead.
For have that happen, I would need to be dead.