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I feel like I'm going backwards with every step I aimed to take —for every deed done an infinite amount takes its place— life is an endless pile of work
Lately, I feel like I'm going in circles with my thoughts and my loneliness —for every word uttered a thousand more takes its place—all unheard and silent— life is an endless pile of work
I feel like I'm stuck where I am even after all my attempts to get out of my grave —for every beam of light a multitude of darkness take its place—I know now— surrender is around the corner and I refuse to take it after all—life is an endless pile of work until the end.
