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Times (When You Have to Realize)
The pulses of the vision of a brand new day.
Light slowly rising, streaming the morning rays.
I urge my muscles to move, to lift, to sit up.
Nothing seems to move and now my eyes tug shut.
It's the weird sensation, dragging body into motion.
Dressing yourself, prepping yourself, remembering the small little tokens.
Insanity covered by exhaustion, even though I slept since 10.
It's a calming, almost even spiritual effect, my own piece of zen.
Groans of dissatisfaction escape as I quiver.
The blanket falls off of me as now I shiver.
The cold is the welcoming arms of the morn.
And here I sit, I thought I already had my work clothes adorned.
Curse a little word and stretch it through my brain.
It's a tugging sensation that we all think could be pain.
Is it pain to start a new day? To get to work and to get paid?
Or is it anxiety and depression, knowing everything plays out the same.
Damn the world. Damn the pains, Damn this life for what is always the same.
I wake, I dress, I work, and my day vanishes into plain.
It's an insanity you never realize until it's too late to change.
And now I'm stuck in a void, a vacuum of internal rage.
Bother with me not. Let me simply fall.
Into another night of hopeful dreams of awe.
See I had other plans, some of us knew them so well.
Then an utter change in my life, isn't that just swell?
So I sit here in little dog pajamas.
I type little words that mean nothing around us.
And I wonder slowly, when did my life come apart?
Perhaps it was, or only when I first saw, my workplace, Walmart.
 NandabaDogiro · Wed Mar 13, 2013 @ 01:14am · 0 Comments |
