I’ve got a confession to make,
I wasted the day feeling stressed.
Tears welled up from the pressure in my chest and I’m tired,
And I just need to give it a rest.
I need a life hack,
something to get me to the next level because I’m stuck,
in this day to day groundhog day every day.
Failing at the impossible and irrelevant,
and stressing all the while while you
sit back on your throne and just pile
the tasks at my feet,
to keep me underfoot,
groveling like a slave,
stuck – like I’ve lost a foot but I HAVEN’T,
I’m PERFECTLY mobile,
yet, immobilized by your stress inducing psychosis.
Reach. higher and higher and hire and DANCE,
until we can’t hear the music or feel the rhythm and we’ve forgotten what we’re reaching for-
It didn’t matter
conditioning us to greeed,
Only to want,
more and more
Death comes knocking at our door,
and we can’t even account for all – that – TIME
So then, nothing flashed before our eyes.
Well FUCK IT
My time is mine.