Try to put in the hours
but I am still called a coward
try to put in the hard labour
but I still can’t find my savior
I put in the hours I’m spinning but people refuse to be grinning
So I wonder if I’m achieving
The mission I was given
Was I even given a mission to begin with
And if so what is it’s vision
Feel like I’m going through the motions
I’m told to numb my emotions
Voices in my head keep giving me notions
Demons in my bed keep giving me potions
Feel like I’m drowning in the greatest of oceans
Try to move forward
but I’m held back by all these hoarders
trying to live my life
but despite my tries
can’t rid myself of these ties
don’t know what you want from me
who you want me to be
feel like I’m living in a town called misery
maybe I should pack my bags and go back to Missouri
where I can finally make my own discovery
see you have locked me inside a world devoid of community
zip-locked all the air out and left me with hostility
stuck on the outside looking in, I lack mobility
surrounded by dungeons, demons, dragons and desolate desert
I am held back in captivity
Drowning in the quicksand that is mortality
For me death is an everyday normality
Hunger, struggle an everyday reality
Disadvantage, disappointment a constant calamity
Epileptic emotions that can’t find a mouthpiece
Paralytic limbs that can’t find an earpiece
Rested souls that are refused to be given peace
We have got to sever ourselves from this disease
These….syphilitic animals
These….acrobatic cannibals
These….stereotypical mammals
Using us as camels
To support a cause of exploitative bi-laws
That only benefit the top cats in a suit
While they tell the poor to eat beetroot
Yet refuse them land to farm they own food
But it’s all good…..keep your land while I bury this white flag in the sand
And take my future, my destiny into my own hands.
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