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No more loading The future With yesterdays past. As I carry my pain From shoulder to shoulder Hooked to an Unresolved past. I am imprisoned By my own balance and scales. Some grand devine plan As my wounded ego screams IT'S NOT FAIR A ruthless world Full of coldness That looks conteptious In one single cutting moment Shrugs its sholders Without remorse Is there no salvation No judge no jury This silence Can turn into despair While i run out of time I watch and cling To Each desperate plan As they crumble Whimper I watch them fall Down the drain Tormentened by an invisible clock Clicks like gunshots over head Like enemies tanks I feel thecrelentless Rolling forward of time My inflated ego broken By my own hand A projected past With a muddled mind I lose all hope of redemption and replace it with my pain Like the stripped king Why like job Did God abandone And forsake me There i go again I am part of some giant orchestrated plan Better that than to admit I can fall short and be human Eat humble pie My soul chokes I cant get it down This illuision too heavy The oxygen too thin As what goes up Must come down This plane can no longer carry my pain Hitting the runway of reality A detented world My Visions Explode Like gasaline And the worst of all Theres no going back But finally Maybe There will be no more loading the future With yesterdays pain
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
YESTERDAYS PAST
No more loading The future With yesterdays past. As I carry my pain From shoulder to shoulder Hooked to an Unresolved past. I am imprisoned By my own balance and scales. Some grand devine plan As my wounded ego screams IT'S NOT FAIR A ruthless world Full of coldness That looks conteptious In one single cutting moment Shrugs its sholders Without remorse Is there no salvation No judge no jury This silence Can turn into despair While i run out of time I watch and cling To Each desperate plan As they crumble Whimper I watch them fall Down the drain Tormentened by an invisible clock Clicks like gunshots over head Like enemies tanks I feel thecrelentless Rolling forward of time My inflated ego broken By my own hand A projected past With a muddled mind I lose all hope of redemption and replace it with my pain Like the stripped king Why like job Did God abandone And forsake me There i go again I am part of some giant orchestrated plan Better that than to admit I can fall short and be human Eat humble pie My soul chokes I cant get it down This illuision too heavy The oxygen too thin As what goes up Must come down This plane can no longer carry my pain Hitting the runway of reality A detented world My Visions Explode Like gasaline And the worst of all Theres no going back But finally Maybe There will be no more loading the future With yesterdays pain
#pain#midlife#crisis#disilluision
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adam-childs
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
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