Standards of Living…

 
everyday night and day
it makes no difference
when i can’t get up out of bed
the sun is shining the stars twinkle
why can’t i keep out the noise
all the questions in my head

 
they tell me to go outside
smell the fresh air
and be glad to be alive
they ask me this, they dare

 
everynight by lamplight
i write i moan i drill
words that are only words
the world is dying i’m still alive
why then can’t i feel the thrill?
tears are useless dirt is only dirt

 
they call me to see how i am
i hear them chuckle hear them giggle
i can see their easy scam
i’m fine i lie and almost hurl

 
everytime the years go by
nothing changes i stay the same
dear is the price of living
winter comes but snow will go
and i keep playing this stupid game
knowing there’s no chance of winning

 
they forget they don’t want to know
anymore than i’m willing to say
it remains that the older i grow
the less i live the more i’ve to pay.

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Copyright © 2002 Kenny Mah Ying Fye.