Musical Chairs

The music stopped

And I found myself without a chair.

The long ceaseless game of musical chairs came to an end

And here I am on this cold, hard floor.

They all got chairs,

Hell she is sitting on his lap,

But here I am all alone on this

Cold, hard floor.

I don’t know when

Or even if the music will start again

Or If I even want it to.

For at first the ground was cold and hard

But now it is warm and soft.

And I know if I partake in their game again

When it comes to an end I will find myself on the floor again.

But next time it won’t be warm and soft.