Living

I'm thankful to my Father I'm able to make a living

But what's the point of making something I can't make use of

Can I live

I'm living to make a living

So I ask myself

Am I really living

Doesn't feel that way

Then my weekly paycheck reminds me I am

Life reminds me by sending me my monthly bills

My landlord reminds me by asking me for the rent

So I ask myself

Who am I living for

Living only seem to be for the rich

I sometimes sit in my living room

Daydreaming about how the wealthy live

The best things in life are free

So I've heard

But living isn't one of them

Must pay the cost to be the boss

Work hard to play hard

So they say

Can't afford to live you can always settle for existing

And that's what most people do

Including me

Just to get by

So I ask myself

What am I living for

Life is too short anyways

We all have to die eventually

There's always suicide

But that's too easy

So I've heard

So they say

Despite all my complaining

I'm glad to be alive

I'm thankful to my Father I'm able to make a living