Chasing Rabbits

I'm chasing rabbits down holes that don't exist.
I'm holding onto illusions of granduer.
I'm investing money into losing lottery tickets.
The jokes on me, cuz I'm kidding myself.
All thoughts of happiness are a mirage.
Existence is brutal and resistance is futile.

I'm running into dead ends.
I'm killing time with vacant stares.
I'm choking on the chicken into unconsciousness.
The jig is up, my two left feet tripped me up.
All hopes of good health are dashed.
Aches are everywhere and pain is my new drug.

I'm talking to people that have forgotten me.
I'm lying to all of us.
I'm thinking in reverse rememberances.
The clocks run out, my time has passed.
All dreams of success are burned to the ground.
My heart's too old and my soul has been sold.

But I keep chasing those rabbits down those non-existent rabbit holes.