I feel I’m running circles
Tracking my own steps
Writing of the same old things until there’s nothing left
No fresh ideas, no muses
Like a wolf that lost its teeth
I no longer have the tools to live
Don’t have the tools to eat
Nothing seems to go my way
It’s not for lack of effort
I just end up far astray
All the same wrong turns
I always feel so far behind where I was at first
I think I may have landed a full time job in a better locale than I’m in now. That would be totally awesome. I’ve been hoping to get out of this place for a while. Wish me luck everyone.
Generosity seems to be some finite kind of source
The more that I express, the less others export
At my core, I’m selfless
I leave myself empty handed
Give away everything and leave myself defenseless
My senseless state of being
Stretching myself thin
Always giving, not receiving
Something has to give
I’m not about to break
All the honest effort and I can’t find the way
I can’t stay here any longer
I’m not getting younger
No, I wont get any stronger
Someone offer me a hand
I’m sick of helping others when I’ve got nothing to lend
Ten days have passed me by
Life seems like one quick flash
I try to find the time
Trying to look back
The fact remains the same
It’s hard to differentiate monotonous, dark days
The light fading from the moment
Obscuring all that was, like a spirit, cold and potent
I know it, vaporous and fruitless
Grasping at the past is often rather useless
I rise above the surface, but only for a peek
I can’t stand the harsh atmosphere
Can’t find the breath to speak
There seems to be no pause
Voices voicing points of view
Screaming for their cause
Nauseating anger and frustration
My fuse begins to burn away, ignited by aggression
Slipping neath the waves
The silence that I find down here is all that keeps me sane
Strange tangents that I write
I’d never find a single one up there with all that light
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