It’s been a long road
No sense of direction
No ending in sight
A challenge at every junction
But it all leads to the same destination
A steady rough road
No lines painted
No guidance for me to follow
A flow that is always flowing
From corners to long stretches
Riding every bump
Slamming into every apex
Never stopping
Never slowing for a speed bump
Flying everything into the air
Over and over again
Pot holes getting deeper and deeper
Like being punched in the gut
Over and over again
Confusing and mind altering
Tiring every corner of the mind
As the long road continues
Still no end in sight
tripped, punched in the gut
slapped in the face, pinched,
kicked in the butt -
all answers to, “how are you?”
what we say is, “I’m fine…”
I’ve been hit with a mack truck,
or maybe i’ve just been punched in the gut;
Being brave is a recipe for pain;
Better to slice up your thoughts,
may keep you relatively sane.
I’ve been sent to the gas chamber,
my hearts at a million beats a minute;
Why can’t it just short circuit?
I’m done with every bit of it.
Slice up my lip,
make sure you leave a scar;
Just wipe my memory clean
with that can of kerosene;
Sever the ties between my heart and my head,
tug o war is no way to treat a friend;
l swear you take that knife to my heart,
I promise to never bleed on you again.
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