To love life when you don't have Stomach for it. Everything you Build, when it crumbles Like a sand castle against The feeble breeze you loved. And your gut aches, your heart Fails and the air that wants to Get inside feels so thick in your Throat that you just want to Vent it out, than inhale. And the things you want to do, All your goals and aspirations, They lose all the meat there was To sulk in a corner celebrating The glitter of accumulating dust. Even then you gotta rise up To the occasion to hold tight Your old buddy-- This Life. To calm him down with a peg of Some old-fashioned whiskey. Feed him half-fried omlettes, Boiled peanuts and chicken lollipop To say cheers all at once to Jolt him back to this tragedy Called life.