Success is the game and stress is the name.
I strive and struggle yet what do I get.
Trivial facts and high numbers on scale that I have yet to truly understand. I sit lone souled on the edge of my bed writing letter and number series on a page that doesn't really exist. On a box that only works when connected to forces I cannot see. I send these documents to a woman I've never met and hope she likes what I've sent. Sometimes I can't eat because I'm too deep in thought, but I always sleep like a baby sometimes hoping I won't have to get up. I light these sticks of poisonous herb hoping to unwind just an inch closer to curb this sense of anxiety that sits deep in the pit of me. Success is the game stress is the name but with this heart wrenching dedication I'll find the motivation to win this screwy game I chose to play and my last move will never arrive cause this my game and I'm here to stay.