What is a depressing thought
I'm not sure, or from where
But when an expectation is empty
It's right there
I've often felt that it's a triangle
Where you're held in a trap
Badly designed if-then-else
Something falling through a crack
I don't notice any fountain of hope
I guess I'm getting old
I can't grow many more nerves
I'm carefully told
But I see that plenty isn't doing well
Far too many are ill
We have lost our natural habitat
Far too many on a pill
We may have invented a ghost
I feel we've lost the thread
There may be need to clear the mist
A new cheery sun, bright and well-fed
Or we wait for the transhuman
The blend of biological machine
But then we'd probably redefine it again
A sadder human machine in-between
A sulking molecule
An atom fed up
Or a cluster of electrons
With marital flare-up
I don't know, it's complicated
We'll have to see
For now at least, I reason
It's better to just be
