Just (27-3)

  

I want to know now of the ever
The loneliness I'll feel at 50
The thrill at the top of the rollercoaster
The corporate world, the house-making
The babies, the husbands
The friends, the parties, the loving
I want to tell you it all has happened before

What if I tell you I can see the end
I know I am evil
What if I tell you, those who know better
Know what I feel and will tell me to not
What if I tell you, those who know better
Will advise and tell me, it's all fine
and that I'll figure it out

What if I tell you that, I will read this
and look at myself, and regret it all
What if I tell you that, the tips of my fingers
pressing the keys
are the most significant I can feel
which is like nothing

and that I question, all the things that are good
the only answer I try to look for is what is it?
That I want to be good
That I want to be good
But I do everything but

And the psychologists could tell me
the one two threes of reasons why
I would believe for a second
in comparison of like a day
or a month or
a lifetime, that is like, a second

this is all bad
rotten and thrown
and hell is scary
because I am coward
Heaven was a past dream

This is a bad poetry or writing or what ever it is we like to call it