Where I’m At

Sometimes I forget that I signed up for this
I begged and applied for this
I sank and cried for this
Just to feel locked up like this

Like the tip of a bee
Looking to find its home
Mistaking what can be
And what we really know

The consequences are dire
Each step forward, a mile back
I attack my own pyre
And tire into a lack

Sometimes it just doesn’t feel worth it
It being lost, damaged, leftover, dropped,
Scooped up, tossed, banged up, lost,
Fought through, bit, kicked around, hit,
Labored on, over experienced, undergone
Everything,
Me