I sit by this lake and consider for boredom?s sake if those in hell are jealous of my view.
If in the intense heat of each and every forced heartbeat, they pray for the rain?
I dip my arm in the wet and consider those in heaven yet and what may be new.
If in the boredom of the bliss, they can?t help but reminisce and pray for some pain?
I shift my weight, notice it?s getting late and consider my thoughts anew.
If in this life?s short delight, we could finally get it right and stop living in vain?