Mid-Death Crisis

Another day, another trial
 Another eternity spent in denial
 Of the fact that we mean so very little
 Face up to your mid-death crisis
 The darkness, it blinds me
 The misery always finds me
 The soul dissection
 Try to ascertain mid-death crisis
 We think we're living, I wonder why?
 We're just killing time until we die
 Is this all there is?
 There must be more than this
 If there's a light at the end of the tunnel
 Then I must be facing the other way
 All I can see is yet more turmoil
 One long ordeal of endless grey
 The turning of the century
 Should have meant the world to me
 But could've meant so much more
 If the world wasn't just as fucked as before
 Another year of nothingness
 Another test of our strengths
 How to deal with realisation
 And face up to a mid-death crisis
 Like a beggar, doubt comes creeping
 Cloaked in ice, devoid of feeling
 I try to learn to cope with the
 Fear and guilt of this mid-death crisis