August 25, 2015 | Leave a comment (written: June 8, 2006) My Life It is what it is The storytelling That blossomed into lies The depression-fueled lows The cocaine highs The dreams that came true And those that failed miserably Money evaporating before my eyes Leaving me in the dark I fell hard But I never stayed down Does that make me a victor Or a sucker for more more pain more gain more pride more shame New life New strife with no end in sight Each failure increases hesitation Do I try again? Whats around the bend? Wouldnt it be easier to lie down and never wake? But I cant do that For Ians sake Pick yourself up, girl! Take a look around you! My brain chides, cajoles and berates Pick yourself up Theres nothing wrong with your legs your eyes your brain Take it all in Use the lessons youve learned Brace for those yet to come Some may not be pleasant Some may be quite fun But whatever you meet Face it with your head held high It is what it is This thing called Your Life.