Here I sit as the clock strolls along.
How much more time till' this is all done?
The angst and grief and time that I waste,
All so that one day I may have a taste.
Tell me this and I'll do that.
I can't put up with all this crap.

The feeling is back.
The one that I lost.
Why find it here?
And at what cost?
My sanity dwindles and I digress.
What I would do just for some rest.
Pushing yourself through life's many bends,
Do they understand the message they send?

Growing up, sticks and stones.
All these things will wither your bones.
Tired and wired, pushed to the edge.
A new beginning, a trim of the hedge.

Other people, they throw it all off.
Under my breath, I sit here and scoff.
Friendly or not, it is up to me.
Time to find out just what will be.