Steak

I can see a picture of a tired man
Tired with work, illness, life
Even tho he's resigned
Through his mind thoughts go
Billions of neurotransmitterrs
Do their work
Sometimes dazed with alcohol
Sometimes tuned with mephedrone
Women give him
Will of life for instance
Bakings, crystals, sweaters
Sushi, kisses, steaks
And when his last moment comes
He wont say "I regret life"
He wont say "I regret I didn't do it"
Because he lived as hard as possible