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
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