A BREEZE OF LACED THOUGHTS...

DO I CARE?

The sun doesn’t shine,
Nobody drinks wine,
The birds don’t tweet,
Because the rats all squeak.

The clouds all gather,
Merry men don’t jabber,
One each other they land blows,
The streams have stopped their flow.

Is it because of me?
I hope not,
Because the pain of guilt throbs,
Not from the outside,
But right from the inside.

Is it life that is such a bore?
My back feels a little sore.
When is it all going to end?
I hope it’s after I bend.

To what becomes of it,
I hope I know no single bit.
I can only lie to myself,
What nobody dares themselves,
That little do I care,
For what it might bare!