The suns up I'm down again on that auto pilot drag
Running on the low hum of exhaustion
Class, homework, and work again the cyclical structure burned into the back of my retina
Eyes hanging in the ever state of caffeine compulsion
Falling the dead weight of a ten pound footfall
Were every moment is a count down to when I can get to sleep again.

Its futile in this world it seems
To make a living
You have to dig yourself deeper into the pit
One loan at a time
One payment behind
One soul away from dying
Forever in debt to the government....
Such is the life of the student...

In the length between this breath and the next
My mind is pleading for rest, the exhaustion of the day to day
Has me spinning in a bleary haze
Flitting like an angry fly
I walk the ever thinning line, of work the home and the school time rhyme
My enemy has become the daily grind
The ever beating poet heart is not meant for this selfish lot
A world of selfies, tongue painted lies, and the plastic smell of whats inside
More money, more things, of things that are me me me
Anything to stifle the yawning calamity
The holes of neglect betwixt the heart
That panicked feeling of being lost.
An offer of empathy becomes a cry for attention
For the love of God check your pretension
There is whole planet of suffering people
But not for them do you become the steeple
The narcissism that infects the youth makes me wonder what little world is left for the few.

Why is it that we seek the ephemeral, when we are so grounded in reality?
The plight of man is to suffer the walk between worlds
Knowing the reach of the atomic bond wistfully longing to embrace something beyond
With knowledge, application, and dreams
Man ultimately stays unrest
Somewhere between the heart and the chest.

The numbing struggle of the day to day doesn't reach me inside this gilded cage
Reason beyond the rhyme kills me with the ever expanding process of time
From here to now I speak not why
The only motive is not to lie
To the ones that I hold dear all that you get is what appears
Should you find it at fault recognize that aren't we all
We bleed the same blood from the inside
So throw away your wounded pride
Come with me instead I'll show you a new world inside your head.

Nothing cuts deeper than to be done wrong by those you love.
You should feel ashamed the way you treat them
Your greed is like the cancer that took him
Taking advantage of a man who can't see to his own affairs.
Greedy woman it was never about the money
Its only about what he wanted done.
That gentle man done *****.
By his own seed.

I saw you recently your hands were shaking and the weight had fallen from your face
The spark in your eyes still lingered like a fire fighting against the breeze
But despite your will your body was leaving
Now there is no more pain, no more fear of leaving work undone
For you there is only peace
As much as it hurts me to admit you letting go so early
Was best
I hated to see you losing what made you beautiful; your mind.