Conception

Conception

My life has been usurped into an abyss of
Futility, and nothing seems to be happening the
Right way, despite my best attempts to
Create otherwise
And I don’t know what to do which
I haven’t already done to┬áimprove the circumstances

Try harder, work longer, smile more
Act quicker, learn faster, get out more
Work sharper, think smarter, try harder
Useless, pointless, hopeless, fruitless
Been there, done that, I hate the T-shirt –
Burn it, torch it, set it on fire
The flames are keeping me warm
The flames are singeing my skin

I’ll build sand castles with the ashes
Maybe one could become my home
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Finality begets my arrival
Finality begets my conception

 

 

 

 

 

 

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