A Little Too Far South

Prevented by chains of numeric organization Ready for more but only stuck in contemplation Just like a soldier told “Stay at your station” Liberty and justice, now that’s a sensation Life is hard but they hardly know my situation My brain reaches panic due to this unjust nation No reason to give up just told to be at ease Calmness soothes, but causes time to freeze Action and reaction, time to break this chain Analyze, critique, sit and watch in pain Bleakness and some turmoil come eat at the soul Trying to start but stuck already on hold Why or how, are but just some of the inquiries Is my life going to always be stuck in this misery? Bide your time, they say patience is a virtue But waiting only does so much, it may just hurt you Sip softly come drown your sorrows Might as well who knows if there even is a tomorrow Thieving and lying answering the devil’s call Open arms ready to catch you right when you fall No papers or numbers considered insignificant Ride this train called life and look you’re diligent Endurance is without a doubt the key to success You can keep going as long as you have that thump in your chest 3 2 1 time to come to an end Maybe I will drop more stories some time again