Scribbles

 
 
 
     if each year represents a chapter;  
many pages are blank;  
 often one questions what one's after;  
how much is in this tank;  
 
 
    survival; second nature, is what one tends to think; the nit and pick and laughter, a switch within would crank;  
 
 
     to second guess each taken breath,  
while some are down to nothing left; one goes into a trance so blurred, it might as well be sudden death....