A Life With No Point
Alone on the hilltops with wisemen no more,
by Mike Christie
a man can find nothing, with none to adore.
A bottle in one hand, have nothing to lose,
I think about falling, with my bottle of booze.
Why must it be I have the mind of a poet,
I drink away pain and don't even know it.
The sea it is clashing with violence and rage,
I'm waiting for life to please turn the page.
The birds they are flying beneath the moon's light,
gives me faith that i'll win the fight.
A ship in the distance, it's calling me there,
the people within it I do think they care.
The rays of the sun, rise through the dark,
living my life is like smimming with sharks.
About to fall off of the hills to the sea,
something above now beckons me.
Not to jump pointless and perish below,
but to give what i have and for others to bestow.