Through Early morning fog I see
THE Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld FROM me
I realize and I can see
Suicide is Painless
It brings on many changes
BUT I can take or leave it if I please
The game of life is hard to play
I'm going to lose it anyway
BUT losing cardS I'll someday lay& LATE?
So this is all I have to say
THIS TIME OF YEAR will pierce our skins
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works it's way on in
The pain grow stronger watch it grin
A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that I KEEP?
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied "Oh why ask me."
And you can do the same thing if you please