Breathing in the watery world
Feeling calm and just watching
As the hours begin to unfurl
Marking it down with the notching
Of high heels as a working girl
- this is life
The warm smell of cement
The constant meetings to repent
Not to think I am exempt
From my addictions- my vices
Never tire and never vary
Though my soul does weary
Some days are spent spoken
Some are spent in silence
With the buzz of electricity
With the hum of slight defiance
- this is life
Alive and burning wit
Crawling of hands and feet
Dragging down and will not quit
A virus of kinetic theory of heat
- this is life
I can go on and on at will
But some days I just gotta pay the bill
The due, the price, the marking point
Much more sweet than a barrel
The upbeat drumbeat of an hourglass
Of a soul measured by petabecquerel
- this is might