A HOME OF HEAVEN AND HELL

Life at its best is quite fleeting,
But is still goes on and on.
I tire of people speaking,
Yet I’ll talk until the dawn.

The world it makes you cynical,
Thank our endless, imperfect ways.
Still the here and now grows brighter,
too much to fit in the day.

Politicians are all liars,
both my side and the other,
but I wouldn’t trust myself there,
even if I had my druthers.

Kids are crazy sociopaths,
but damn if they’re not cute.
A thousand million have been born,
yet somehow they still seem new.

It all seems tragic, yet sublime,
though we’re just here for a spell;
a world we own but never know,
our home of Heaven and Hell…