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What Life Is

The clouds are enormous and sun-lit,
And over the fence the neighbours are laughing.
At nighttime, I can just see the city out my window,
And the wind picks up and starts to whistle.
Is this what life is?

I get coffee with a cute girl,
We stay until the café shuts and I don’t know how to feel.
I get tipsy with an old friend in the park,
And I’m laughing about drugs
In the pub with my co-workers, feeling out of my depth.
Is this what life is?

When I phone across oceans,
Getting teary-eyed, discussing the problems that follow us.
When I don’t act like I used to,
Getting dinner and a glass of wine rather than blackout drunk.
Is this what life is?

My breath stinks of coffee always now,
And I’m one of those commuters
Who nods in and out of sleep on the bus.
I go to meetings now,
I write a newsletter and act like someone important.
Is this what life is?

Is this what life is?
Someone died in the floods and I slept in.
Is this what life is?
One of my friends ended up in hospital and I didn’t know.
Is this what life is?
I’m trying really hard to file my tax returns.
Is this what life is?