You open your eyes, a brand new day.
Sleep-laden eyelids fighting hard but,
You get out of bed anyway.
It reminds you what they used to say.
Blah blah blah blah blah...and life goes on.
Eating breakfast, coffee and burnt toast,
You savor the taste of forgetting.
Still smiling, still believing the most
Ludicrous things in the Morning Post.
A suicide bomber. And life goes on.
In the car, on the road to somewhere.
The radio drones on, song by song.
It's 7:00, still too early to care,
About a hundred thousand others,
Or their miseries. And life goes on.
At work. At desk, till 5pm,
You check your email, again, just in case.
Hiding agony behind boredom,
And depressed by what you do for them,
You wonder, "How come this life goes on?"
Grabbing a tray, you glance at the spread.
"Sure beats charred toast," you whisper to you.
You ditch the soft drink, pasta and bread,
For something slightly healthy instead.
Starving millions die. But life goes on.
A long commute, back to your abode.
Hollow creatures in their hollow shells,
Staring blankly at the crowded road.
Perhaps you cared once. Perhaps it showed.
Smiling blatantly, as life goes on.
Green to amber. Amber to bright red.
You jump the gun, to avoid waiting.
CRASH! Strewn metal and glass laying dead.
Can't feel your arms. You can't feel your legs,
In a pool of blood. And life goes on.