- Jane Burd February 2010
Is That Living
So somebody hurt you, so what, get over it
So the one you love hurt you, so what, get over it
Today is spent getting over yesterday
Hoping tomorrow will not become today
Today becomes yesterday tomorrow
Gone, meaningless, filled with sorrow
What you loved today
Tomorrow you wish away
Empty, no answers, no meaning, no hope
It just is, it’s just me , so we cope
Just distractions of want
But always nothing relevant
Just existing, is that living?
Are your distractions living?
Your hormonal pursuits, your financial gains
Your loud parties or hiding on nature’s plains
Your meaningless conversations
Your justifications for your actions
Your hopes that somehow it will be different to how it is now, but when?
And maybe now is slightly less painful than it was back then
But is it living
Does it mean anything?
Madly we run, deeper we sink
Nobody stops, nobody thinks
Too busy getting the car, the house, the entrapments of success
Too busy fitting the image, wining, dining, chasing the sex
Too busy finding the new
To discover what’s true
Too busy taking a holiday
To escape from everyday
Too busy making friends, enemies and searching for that special one
Too busy watching TV, drinking, drugs, divorcing, never done
Why think about it when it makes you happy
Why think about it when it sets you free
What a full life, look at all you’ve got
What a full life you have but full of what
Too busy begging, pleading, fighting, praying, dying
Is this living or just surviving?
What are we doing
And why are we doing
Everyone feeding off you with “what’s in it for me”
Slaving away day after day with only a wish to be free
Tell me what you have done and who really cared
Of the gifts you were given were they freely shared
Constantly chasing what you think you need
Once achieved, from the hunger you’re still not freed
It’s all trickery, illusion, you touch it and it’s gone
When the mists of the madness lift all the doing’s undone
What have you lost, was it worth the gain
Look at what you got, has it eased your pain
For all of your grasping at living the life
Was the love and the living your sacrifice
So somebody hurt you, so what, get over it
So the one you love hurt you, so what, get over it
Today is spent getting over yesterday
Hoping tomorrow will not become today
Today becomes yesterday tomorrow
Gone, meaningless, filled with sorrow
What you loved today
Tomorrow you wish away
Empty, no answers, no meaning, no hope
It just is, it’s just me , so we cope
Just distractions of want
But always nothing relevant
Just existing, is that living?
Are your distractions living?
Your hormonal pursuits, your financial gains
Your loud parties or hiding on nature’s plains
Your meaningless conversations
Your justifications for your actions
Your hopes that somehow it will be different to how it is now, but when?
And maybe now is slightly less painful than it was back then
But is it living
Does it mean anything?
Madly we run, deeper we sink
Nobody stops, nobody thinks
Too busy getting the car, the house, the entrapments of success
Too busy fitting the image, wining, dining, chasing the sex
Too busy finding the new
To discover what’s true
Too busy taking a holiday
To escape from everyday
Too busy making friends, enemies and searching for that special one
Too busy watching TV, drinking, drugs, divorcing, never done
Why think about it when it makes you happy
Why think about it when it sets you free
What a full life, look at all you’ve got
What a full life you have but full of what
Too busy begging, pleading, fighting, praying, dying
Is this living or just surviving?
What are we doing
And why are we doing
Everyone feeding off you with “what’s in it for me”
Slaving away day after day with only a wish to be free
Tell me what you have done and who really cared
Of the gifts you were given were they freely shared
Constantly chasing what you think you need
Once achieved, from the hunger you’re still not freed
It’s all trickery, illusion, you touch it and it’s gone
When the mists of the madness lift all the doing’s undone
What have you lost, was it worth the gain
Look at what you got, has it eased your pain
For all of your grasping at living the life
Was the love and the living your sacrifice