Zen Is When You Open Your Eyes to Life ~ Monday, June 29, 2026

In Dark, Dark Room Number Thirteen, I Found

Is the first day of the rest of your life
nothing like what you expected, you wake

decidedly early, as if it all
actually mattered much too much, strife
remains struggle until you overcome
killing yourself slowly, this life will shake

demons out from under your bed, you fall
and hit your head but you are still alive
really, what do you want to do, how dumb
killing yourself becomes, work is okay

really but not, what do you want to do
one shot, this life, with nothing left to say
only one thing to do, to stick like glue
maybe is good, but no, move on, and thrive

not just survive, work until you are dead
unless that is what you want, how- insane
maybe you drank the water and Kool-Aid
burn in hell, a metaphor in your head
each lie you soaked up, you vomit, expel
really, is it now time to use a cane

this life is short but sweet, you made the grade
how much better do you want to appear
in this world, you get to work, or travel
remember as a child, you could not go
to visit your grandma so far away
existential crises, not just for show
enter the world with something new to say
necessary, before you disappear

I see you sitting there eating dinner

forget all the abuse, forgive your past
only others must suffer their own fate
until you see that you are a winner
not just a survivor, the die is cast
decide, move on, before it is too late