It was hard you know
waking up to the smell of defeat
drying up fast as water subjected to high heat
evaporating meaninglessly in the atmosphere
without anyone around finding it queer
what do you do? He asked, when your world feel sour
eat, read or pray? Anxiety’s piling by the hour
understanding seems so far away in the end
he never knew for a minute how bad shit would hit the fan
fighting, he said, what’s the point?
life can be a disastrous roller coaster jump
whether you make it or not is its own prerogative
you do everything to avoid the deadly bump
ironically it always find a way to be more provocative
impotent, no possible savior in sight, forgetful entity
he becomes the recluse in a world enclosed in its stupidity.