How do we survive this ongoing, enduring pull?
This urge to move and
get things done
To keep at our pace
Never stop
For a single moment.

How do we do it?
How do we live...
In this cyclic routine
And urging pull
To get things done

We are expected to survive
Fend for ourselves
In this barren land
Of movement
Getting and spending
Yet never getting anywhere
Or achieving anything grand

So I ask you
How am I to survive
This urging pull
This tug of war inside
To ace this life,
To get a move on
How do we survive
The urging pull
To get things done

Will I shrivel in this abyss
Into nothingness...

My hunger
For something raw and extraordinaire
Has been beaten to a pulp
Deafened
And undefined
My appetite has disappeared
My thirst has dried completely
And I have weakened

I beg of you
With tears in my eyes
How will I survive?