Nostalgia Poem by Owen Smith

When I think about the life I'm living
I wonder if it's even a life at all
After all the things I've given
And the times I've taken the fall.

Never does futility cease to amaze me.
The countless pies in the sky
That we think we need just to be.
But the worst thing you could do is try.

My 'pursuit of happiness' is what has me down.
I cast what fortune I had to the wind.
And dove into the waters where I would drown.
Just hoping I could ascend,

Above all of the supposed grief.
My perception is a lie.
And my conscienceness a theif.
Leaving me desolate begging to die.

Our choices are what defines us
So why do i complain about who i am?
Because I have no trust
And I just don't give a d.mn.