Tic Tock

Tic-Toc

The clock is winding down,

Always moving forward making the pressure mount,

My sweat increase,

The bills piling up never seems to cease,

The motivation seems to decrease,

While my feelings are constantly leashed by the horrors of tomorrow and the worries of today,

Oh how will I get through another day,

Another day of faking,

Another day of making the possibles out of the impossible,

Making my trials right when they’re clearly wrong,

Clearly this thing called life is insane,

My mind is like a roller coaster,

Up

and

down

it swings,

As I get to the top I not only hear my screams,

Silent screams of the people around me,

Sharing what I share,

Feeling how I feel,

But they never seem to express it,

As do I,

When the reality hides behind the twinkle of my eye,

We try to hide what is real,

Try to make a deal with this thing called life…

Hell on wheels.