Shelve it.
It's not worth the time.
You spent it.
Did it let you feel alive? You're
In the same loop as hundreds.
Thousands. Millions. Billions
circling the drain. Getting off
on others' pain. I'm little known
and largely ignored. We're getting
real old, like the roads we walk every
single day.
Familiarity's driving me insane on my
own two legs. What do you mean
I'm obligated? What do you mean
I'm responsible? What have you
given me? Am I supposed to swim
in Shark-Reef, wearing a seal-suit,
looking like a snack, and try
not to get stuck in their teeth?
I got lucky one time, now it's kill
or be killed.
I rue the day I met Mother Earth
and Father Time on equal terms.
They cheated me out and left me fevered.
Might as well spill it, I'm
dead to you. A lever you pull
to move the truck of progress.
A gear in your limousine of madness.
If I were an artifice, you'd blame me less.
But my organs say run. Run on
and stay obsessed.