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.
Losing myself out on Chumash land,
So peaceful, serene, every nook and cranny.
Went into the woods to chase a dream and
Wound up lying amongst the Frangipani…
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.