Rigmarole

You wake up to complain that you want to sleep

You eat to complain about your weight

You drive to complain about the traffic

You work a job you hate

to pay the bills of a house you don’t like

You live in a world that you only find things to complain about.

You do nothing else,

And then you’re gone

And there’s no coming back

So make your one chance count

Live for the sake of living