A Wasted Life

Something random I couldn't help but write down while brooding at work on a slow day.

So many people waste their life
In fear of the unknown,
While suffering through toil and strife.
"Why am I so alone?"

So many people waste their time
In mediocrity.
While just around the corner waits
An opportunity.

So many people waste their days
With nothing good to do;
Talking like a mule brays,
Of naught that's good and true.

While all the entertaining things
This world can offer you
May be the sun, you think, that brings
A morning bright and new,

You must beware, or all this care
May bring a life that's fake.
For yourself, and others, please,
A worthy purpose make!