Like swimming in molasses
trying to ascend
hoping to begin
to get where I want to be
Swimming in molasses,
can’t get there from here
as a robot in first gear
trying to go with the flow
Swimming in molasses
waiting for the gooey
mass to warm
for me to find my way
Swimming in molasses,
Grandma’s Gold Standard all natural kind
dark, black-brown viscid glue
that holds and restricts
I’m swimming in molasses
deliberate, lethargic,
lagging, leaden, swirling toward
the promise that awaits me
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Like swimming in molasses
trying to ascend
hoping to begin
to get where I want to be
Swimming in molasses,
can’t get there from here
as a robot in first gear
trying to go with the flow
Swimming in molasses
waiting for the gooey
mass to warm
for me to find my way
Swimming in molasses,
Grandma’s Gold Standard all natural kind
dark, black-brown viscid glue
that holds and restricts
I’m swimming in molasses
deliberate, lethargic,
lagging, leaden, swirling toward
the promise that awaits me
depression, blues
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