One life

There is this life, and then there are more,
who knows.
I know, you know, so I know too.
Unfair, short, unclear, undeniably exciting,
this isnt what its supposed to be.
Where are you when I wake and sigh.
Are those the beats?
Or is it just me, high.
We do things what we tell ourselves not to,
and then there's addiction.
We are shamed whether or not we ought to,
you are already on the middle page dear,
dont close it now, what did u expect?
this is what it is, non-fiction.