there are times when everything is impossible
when i am capable of nothing
there are days when i just can’t seem to move
to act to work to fall into the old grooves
worn into my life by routine and expectations
there are days when it is impossible for me to do anything
when the words i am possible make me want to curl up into a ball
or punch someone in the face if only it didn’t take so much effort
there are days when it is impossible for me to paste on a smile
times when it is impossible for me do anything but lie down
despondent and tired
it is impossible for me sometimes to care
to lend a single tear to you
a pitiful ear
there are things that are so out of my control that it is impossible
not to feel helpless, not to roll over and say no
there are things that feel impossible
in their sheer ginormity
or even in the challenges they present
it becomes impossible for me to just snap out of it like you say
to make myself want to live again
it becomes impossible not to wonder
what life would be like
if i were just to sleep
for all of eternity
it becomes impossible to hope
to dream
to feel
it becomes impossible for me to do anything but sleep
lost in the land of dreams where the dull monotony of life
is transformed into the impossible creation of my imagination
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
there are times when everything is impossible
when i am capable of nothing
there are days when i just can’t seem to move
to act to work to fall into the old grooves
worn into my life by routine and expectations
there are days when it is impossible for me to do anything
when the words i am possible make me want to curl up into a ball
or punch someone in the face if only it didn’t take so much effort
there are days when it is impossible for me to paste on a smile
times when it is impossible for me do anything but lie down
despondent and tired
it is impossible for me sometimes to care
to lend a single tear to you
a pitiful ear
there are things that are so out of my control that it is impossible
not to feel helpless, not to roll over and say no
there are things that feel impossible
in their sheer ginormity
or even in the challenges they present
it becomes impossible for me to just snap out of it like you say
to make myself want to live again
it becomes impossible not to wonder
what life would be like
if i were just to sleep
for all of eternity
it becomes impossible to hope
to dream
to feel
it becomes impossible for me to do anything but sleep
lost in the land of dreams where the dull monotony of life
is transformed into the impossible creation of my imagination
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