Same Old, Same Old
#7 of Poems
A quick ditty to update you all on situation. Break will continue after this.
A Slave of Routines.
I am a slave of routines, and I am a dog to my addictions. I am helpless to fears, and I am hopeless to my dreams. I am a man flawed, and I can't help that.
Through taking stock, I found a broken husk of a kid, a soul with no fire, and a mind filled with rot. I am helpless to my fears, and I am hopeless to my dreams.
I fade in and out of my days, waiting for someone to rescue me; be it man, woman, or deity. I am a slave of routines, and I am a dog to my addictions.
When something breaks, I rear back in fear. When someone calls for help, I don't go near. I am a man flawed, and that can't be helped.
I am a slave to my routines, and a dog to my addictions. I am helpless to my fears, and I am hopeless to my dreams. I am a man flawed, and that can't be helped.
Through taking stock, I found a hollow husk of a man, a soul starting smoke, and mind filled with poison. I am a slave to my routines, and a dog to my addictions.
I fade in and out of days, wondering when someone would comfort me; be it man, woman, or deity. I am helpless to my fears, and I am hopeless to my dreams.
When I break something, something in me rears back in defense. When someone calls for help, I feel myself condense. I am a man flawed, and that can't be helped.
I am a slave to routines, and I am a dog to my addictions. I am helpless in my fears, and hopeless to my dreams. I am a man flawed, and that can't be helped.
Through taking stock, I found a suit not worn collecting dust, a ghost of my past trying to burn me down, and a mind filled with loneliness. I am a slave to routines, and a dog to my fears.
I notice days passing by, seeing opportunities pass quietly, never to be held again. I am helpless to my addictions, and hopeless to my dreams.
When I break something, I snap at others, making them read back. When someone calls for help, I pity them, and ignore their hand. I am a man flawed, and that can't be helped.
I break these bonds from my old routines, and I find better addictions. I am helpless in my fears, but I can find hope in them. I am a man flawed, and that can't be helped.
Through looking at myself, I find a body ready to change, a soul trying to break free, and mind wondering about the possibilities. I can break these bonds of old routines, and I can find better addictions.
I sense time flying, and I try to seize each moment to make them immortal in my minds eye, trying to find comfort among men, woman, and deities. I am helpless to my fears, but I can find hope in them.
When something breaks, I try to fix it, lest it be lost forever. When someone calls for help, I lend a hand if they stretch theirs out as well. I am a man flawed, but that can't be helped.
I am a man flawed, and that's alright.