Cycle of Frustration

What a day to live, oh, what a day to continue the monotony

Time to eat, no… sorry, my mistake, it’s time to run

School’s almost begun but wait… your hair

It isn’t done

Have you forgotten the order of importance? 

Slip in the door with your late pass, that’s three you know

Your daily flow is now halted in response to your detention call

But it doesn’t matter to you

As if school were the only thing to do 

When college is not prescribed to all

A call to duty rings

It’s one you rather would not answer

Like father like son

Well, someone must bring in the groceries

Your mother is only one

Consciousness wanes as the workday shines it’s sun

A second morning

Tearing skin for those you’ve never met

Wealthy enough to ignore your own self-worth

Earning to repay the eternal debt of birth

What punishment has placed me on this earth

I don’t remember committing all these sins

life goes on through this endless plateau

Anger and frustration are all that flow

I climb, yet somehow find myself below

And wonder if it’s truly time to go

Back to where the consciousness begins

Life in hand I toss it to the wind

The rope I’ve tied is strong, I tied it right

No noose involved, I simply fly a kite

And as the night drags on I reel it in

Perhaps tomorrow I will feel again