6 keys from the edge…

I’ve seen how it ends,
Its not pretty.
Matter of fact
Its messed up,
Its quite shitty,

But forget the end,
The last day
Shelf the thoughts negative,
Leave the depression at bay,
Look back to a time past,
When life was good and the food fast.

Let’s go to a back-then,
Full of days Euphoric
None induced by the chronic,
None with us down and out
Spewing stuff melancholic,

When we looked at a frown,
And fought to crack it,
Not to the right now
When everything is enveloped
Sealed in a word…Fukkit.

True. Life can be a bitch,
But that’s not for the right now,
That’s after all is said and done,
After a lot more is said than done,

In the end.