At Least They're Committed

I’m having a ‘Jesus! Why am I still here?’ day and Iiiii’m sorry, but Iiiiiiiii can’t help it. I look at the city and the sky and the streets and they’re lovely, beautiful, really, even with or maybe because of the lost and needy and homeless. Yet I still find myself thinking as I roll out of bed at 6 a.m. each day that, ya know, if you’re dead you just don’t have to get up in the morning.