Sigh

I sigh, and sigh, and don't know why
Laying on my back, viewing the sky,
I watch my life turning awry
I feel the doom as it closes nigh.

I stand and dream and feel and hope,
I think of myself as a hopeless dope,
My thought is sliding on a downward slope,
Why is existence so arduous to cope?

I understand and get, that my way is wrong,
A pessimist, i've been for so damn long,
I know no other way to drag along
This arduous journey this balade song.

My hopes are hopeless and my future unknown,
The fates use my thread in the quilt they've sewn,
Existence is like a few decades on loan,
So i end this rant on a placid moan.