Compressed , repressed, somewhat stressed
About the time . .. or the lack thereof .
No desire to aspire, nor conspire
Just for hire, emptied of love
For oneself , losing health, sleep, in so deep
The pit of mire, must rewire just to cope
A way out, a place of solace. ..Nope
What lies before you in plain view, only a noose of hope
A way out, a way out keeps the echo in your brain
Trying hard to maintain, every effort put to shame.
…
Then a question, out of nowhere (?) comes to mind
A sublime rewind in the echo of time from a space with name
Where are you? Requiring an answer by the sheer refrain
What, have I gotten lost, are you my boss, I don’t know, what is this place?
Where are you? Again forces you to look in the standing ground.
Hand on mace, though face to face, not ready for this g-race.
Race, what feels like chase though standing is what we do.
Not hunting, grunting, simply pursuing as destiny breaks through.
Where are you, He woos again, this time a voice of friend it sounds
The comfort and peace starts to increase. In the atmosphere it resounds.
