To Be Rich and Poor

Though the future's uncertain,
I am certainly here,
And no matter how far death is to me,
Ultimately, it's quite near.

But urgency's the last thing that I am feeling,
More like an ennui about what I will become.
The world we live in is so goddam random,
From Mother Nature to the Nation.

Was society rigged with this insecurity,
Or is it an extension of our natures?
I'll tell you one thing if I can't keep my job,
I'm not good for much else, that is for sure.

But it's alright,
Society's been relatively good to me so far,
I'm close to poor with little free time,
But that's still better than most of the world.