'Come inside and sit right down', <br /> the doctor told me with a frown. <br />'Now what's the problem in your head? <br />Why do you wish that you were dead? ' <br /> <br />I laughed and laughed and couldn't stop, <br />then finally said, 'Now listen Doc...' <br />'Since you asked, I'll tell you why <br />I only seem to want to die.' <br /> <br />'There's birth and death and in between <br />is something that is so obscene.' <br />'You only live to one day die, <br />so why prolong the insipid lie? ' <br /> <br />'You keep on living, all in vain. <br />Can't you see it's just a game? ' <br /> <br />'What you have will all be tossed. <br /> All you've found will soon be lost.' <br /> <br />'All you've made will spoil and rotten. <br />The good you've done will be forgotten.' <br /> <br />'Here today, gone tomorrow. <br />Our time on earth is only borrowed.' <br /> <br />'None of it's real, it's all an illusion. <br />And that's why I've come to the perfect solution.' <br /> <br />'So now there you have it, and now you know why, <br /> all that I live for is one day to die.'<br /><br />Marea Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madness-50/
