Inspiration eludes me,
burned out, I do not feel free;
too irritable, frowning,
caught in a whirlpool, drowning.
Life is nothing but demands,
I don’t want to hear commands;
caught on a high speed treadmill,
life’s a blur, nothing is real.
Desperation overcomes,
overwhelmed, all limbs are numb;
exhausted, routine controls,
like a ball, if pushed, it rolls.
My mind screams, my body moans,
I work to pay off the loans;
is this all there is to life –
pain, suffering, and more strife?
Time is Flying By
2 days ago
1 comment:
How did that old song go ??? Is this all there is my friend ? Is this all there is ? Then let's keep dancing .Break out the booze and let's have a ball my friend .
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