Much ado about nothing

Yeah, it’s much ado about nothing
So sad that’s it’s depressing
Thoughts of today mixed up with tomorrow’s
The present overwhelmed by old sorrows

The homeland in our dreams
Awake in a thousand dreams it seems
Life is a list of unfortunate events
The clinging dust and muck never ends

To live a lifetime to then forget
The bloody yearning the aching beget
Death preferred
Hence, life in parts shorter

Happiness can be rather tedious
Shortening one’s life it’s obvious
Endearment does not equates to love
Nor love equates to all the above

Dear God, such colourful lives
On one’s last breath, no mention of goodbyes
To truly live means nigh.