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This life is no child's play

This life is no child’s play for real You know, some of us complain about how much you hate your boss and how unfair everything is There are people that don’t have jobs out there that will give anything to at least be working We are so spoilt of our comfort and never look back to realize how far we have come We often forget our beginnings and seek out more without considering other people’s feelings and priorities This life that we live in is really no child’s play But… that doesn't change the small desires that started us all in this place… Remember the stars use to shine brighter and if you were lucky you’d catch a shooting star and make a wish Remember there use to be wonderful moments of basking in the sun with no concern of skin cancer but enjoying the beauty and natural feel of being exposed to nature’s best Back in the day when priority and principle meant more than running away from reality We never use to hide behind spliff and a glass of beer…we were warriors then Back in the day where we knew and focused on clear visions of the so vividly clear future Today, all is dark and bleary; all is foggy and gloom Let me take a glass and I will feel better about myself or at least forget all that seems to crowd my brain No, my friend. It works not that way All you will get is a case of end results from mother nature called science and biology… you will get sick, you will lose your health and suffer traumatically because of the damage you may have caused to your body You only killing yourself…who cares…go ahead This life is really no child’s play my friend…as bad, as gloomy, as foggy as it is today – I carry a life into this world

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