I hit the wall Away from this MentalΒ frontage Where is my Fortitude I dig And I labor For what The same results? No! It changes So slowly Excruciating But itβs there Some movement Days might Trek back I weep And produce Different Tracks Will it end? Always asking That question Unknown future Seems bleak I need the ~ hope A new spark-fire Resuscitate Rejuvenate A tiny ember To begin again