Every single second of every single day
It’s driving home the message that I’m about to go insane
I’m sick of the smiling
The greetings
The pay
I wish I could just leave it
And go far away
I’m tired, so tired
No more time for play
So I’ll just sit here and I’ll rot
As my body decays

Humanities sick, somewhat unwell
With pen and ink, I’ll write a new spell
A spell that could bring you right out of your shell
And bring some good fortune to this living hell
The spell was constructed right out of a book
There were no kinds of potions, nothing to cook
Just mind over matter and a confident look
And that is the pathway that I chose, and I took
But to my own knowledge, from what I can tell
Nothing‘s been working, not even my spell

I’m willing and able
I’m a little unstable
I stand on both table and chairs
It’s not for attention
Just a slow digression
And I need to go in for repairs
Maybe my medication
Is my consolation
At least I know somebody cares
But it’s my admission of truth
That I can vouch for as proof
To question what nobody dares

I reclaim my life that was taken from me
I’m now at peace with the moon and the stars
Yet, I still raise my fist to the heavens above
For leaving me with so many scars
It isn’t so easy to make a good life
Expectations can be through the roof
I am a perfect example of that
I’m standing here as living proof
The goals still remain
To reclaim my name
And rid myself of the worry
That causes the pain
That’s where my peace lies
As I dwell the round earth
To my God-given name
I was given at birth

My empty surroundings
My bare shabby walls
All gets forgotten
When my true love calls
The roof keeps on leaking
Bound by brick over brick
Still I sit and admire
How much the two of us click
Ash in the fireplace
Mud on the floor
You know you’re the one
That I sure adore
Holes in the staircase
My plumbings caput
But I’d walk with no feet
Just to be kept afoot

Scattering wishes and prayers
Be a muse for my affairs
To fashion on a whim
Walking down the spiral stairs
A labyrinth to weave through
Surprises every turn
Whether I’m on time or not,
is none of your concern
do as you wish
Come and go as you please
For it’s you after all
That you must appease
Wish on a prayer
Whisper it to the breeze
Then be the reaper
And reap, sow, and seed
or seed, sow, and reap
Until it’s time to sleep
Then rest your head on a soft pillowed bed

Bitten tongue
Blackened lung
Gas and hairy ears
This is what life has given me
To show for all my years
Upset stomach
Tear filled eyes
Little fibs
And small white lies
It should come as no surprise
This is no grand scheme that I devised