To Mike

Oy mate,

There’s nothing to undo

With nothing started

Why begin anew?

This world is turning

And all is churning

Just when you think

You’ve got it all

Just when you win

You lose control

And when you get a hold on life

World turns and throws you in a strife

The pressure’s on

The patience’s gone

Without rules

There is no fun

Just cold dead trigger of your gun

One pull and poof, the world is gone!

What is a life?

A game!

But I’m not sorry

You should not worry

Slipping beyond the finish line

Just think of friends you left behind

There’s no returning

The world keeps turning

Upon farewell, there is no pun
Eject the game, no damage done

Without yearning

It’s not concerning

Without winning

Why keep beginning?

With nothing started

Nothing to undo

With nothing wasted

I will say Adieu