life
I am exhausted walking on life’s highway,
trying to keep pace in this frantic journey
i take 10 steps forward only to be dragged 20 steps backwards,
by invisible hands that come out of nowhere.
tearing me apart from within,
i struggle to find a meaning to all this,
why me? why now? what did i do to deserve this?
injustice? perhaps. unfair? most likely.
as the lights on the horizon grow dimmer and dimmer,
my pace trickling down to a crawl
i look for a sign, i seek out assistance,
but all that i get is empty assurances;
trying to keep pace in this frantic journey
i take 10 steps forward only to be dragged 20 steps backwards,
by invisible hands that come out of nowhere.
tearing me apart from within,
i struggle to find a meaning to all this,
why me? why now? what did i do to deserve this?
injustice? perhaps. unfair? most likely.
as the lights on the horizon grow dimmer and dimmer,
my pace trickling down to a crawl
i look for a sign, i seek out assistance,
but all that i get is empty assurances;
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