You ask if I’m okay

It’s not that hard to say

I felt the nasty gut punch today

Like many others have before

 And now they’ve added one more

I search for air but find none anywhere

My heart throbs and presses in

Where will this top spin

Worry waters rush and rise

I stare ahead and rub my eyes

Surely this will go away

But such is not to be today

For fifteen years I toiled and toiled

Maybe I was just a bit spoiled

My heart throbs and presses in

Where will this top spin

Today I said good-bye to one and all

The box they gave me was kind-of small

The door, it’s so far away

Tomorrow will never be for me

This is the last and final day