Here We Go

Well, well, well, here we go again around the world on a pogo stick. Stop, please, I would like to get off now. If I could just sit the next round out. I'm a little broken from our last encounter and I will need some time to heal. For life is unsteady and I've been blessed with a rocky path.
I imagined something quite different. It doesn't seem fulfilled enough for me. There's too many crying babies and prisons and...democrats. Do you think whoever created us intened for us to be the way we are today? Do you think someone's rolling over in their grave because of what we've become? What have we become? Cannibals? Pessimistic, money-hungry, murdering whores of our own existance? Something like that, anyway.
Days go on don't they? It seems the days are getting shorter and shorter and I'm losing strength. Losing energy. I have no oomph. I've lost something along the way. My soul perhaps and the darkness surrounds me. Everything is floating away and I can't hold on to myself.
I'm afraid of dying. I'm scared of time and how fast it seems to go. I don't want to grow old. I don't want to live till I'm an old lady sitting on her porch watching the kids walk home from school and secretly hating them for their youth. I don't want to be old. I want to stay young forever and the only way to do that is to die young. Maybe that's the answer then. Die young and stay pretty.