If life is meant for purpose or fate,
I wish there were some kind of map to rate,
One path over another; to see which is best,
Or atleast to find out which one delivers a test,
As I hate those fuckers, why test me?
I know who I am and where I should be,
Yet life keeps interefering in my affairs,
In my theoretical world it throws in a bear.
And not a nice tame one; a big Grizzly f****r,
The type that will kill you then seduce you mother.
I dislike these tests; they end up in pain.
They say that you've passed, but is it a gain?
It feels like a loss; which is not good for me,
My spirit burns bright but blue it can be,
I'm not here for long; that much I know,
I've got a few years left, then I must go.
So bollocks to tests; i've had enough,
Why must I constantly need to be tough?
Against mental instability? I'm already insane,
And i'm one who can deal fine with physical pain.
Every good turn seems to degrade,
Until it's like a ticking hand grenade,
And blows up my happiness without a care,
Leaving me desolute on a plain of despair.
I recover quite quickly; but it makes me wary,
Of a world and its tricks; as the endings do vary,
From brilliant times and drinks for us all,
To sadness so great that it leads to a fall.
So I make a choice, no more of this,
I aim to have fun and eternal bliss,
No more of these games; just let me be free,
These times leave me blind; but I want to see.
Watch my life burn in glory from afar,
And revel in the wonder of a human Neutron star.