Scam
Pillow thoughts cloud my mind
Is life meant to be solo?
No matter who you surround yourself with-
You’re sure to feel alone
Feel the cold
the damp cold floor,
This thing we called life-
It’s a scam
If I could rewrite every chapter, every page,
I would.
I would for my own sanity.
The truth is;
Life neglects all things-
We’re all born to die
and yet
We run around keeping busy,
Staying distracted from our fate
No one makes it out alive-
So why do stresses define us
It’s a sick joke,
Something so obvious it stings-
Like a spider bite.
The itch that never really goes away-
Whether it’s the placebo effect
Or the reminder that we are all equals.
We are all ending up buried in the earth
We are only destined to live and die-
Our obsessions we call stress
And inconsistent believes-
Are only going to drive us one way, one direction
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