I get in from work at 2a.m.. And sit down with a beer. Turn on the late night t.v.. And then wonder why I'm here. It's meaningless and trivial. And it washes over me. And once again I wonder. Is this all there is for me. Here I am again. Look at me again. Here I am again. On my own. Trying hard to see. What there is for me. Here I am again. On my own. Life seems so pathetic. I wish I could live it all behind. This canvas chair this bed. these walls that fall in on my mind. Hold on for something better. That just drags you trough the dirt. Do you just let go or carry on. and try to take the hurt