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There is no bad place

To die

Nor a bad time

You get on a train

after a hard day of work

With the dream of being fit

in your nonexistent future life

The train crashes

One in to another

Ashes flying around

Your soul wanders out of the carriage

In to the dark tunnel of death

Bad fortune

Or what a joke

You must have said

But it’s really not that bad

For that achieving a goal means nothing

But to find another one

Because you are still alive

Being alive is the sole problem that causes

All the else

So you walk into the tunnel

With no more excitement

Nor disappointment

No more problems

No more no more