Have I made it? Am I even catching up?
I'm barely moving and I'm covered in mud.
An uphill battle and I'm still on the ground
Every step I climb sends the boulder back down.
My watch keeps blinking ZERO HOUR
Must be a premonition or running out of power.
Crawling my way through another chat pile
Save the dental records to light another funeral pyre.
The peak grows even taller still
It's getting tougher to swallow each pill.
No foothold when the grade is this steep
It's futile to resist, better just to sleep.
I dream of endless weight
crushing me into oblivion
and when the darkness fades
empty light becomes lifeless remains
I wake up gasping for air
What made you think it was ever fair?
Another state of disrepair
What makes you think I care?
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