Post by thepursuit on Feb 22, 2013 16:16:03 GMT -5
At my desk I reign,
as I'm pouring over parchment.
Penning streaks of liquid lightning
to dot the monotony that I start with.
But royalty is tough;
heavy is the crown to those anointed.
And the road is rough enough;
without doubt that's self-appointed.
So parsing passing pages
popping pills for focused days is,
my only hope to float
in this storm and the waves it wages.
No rest for the weary,
or sleep for the stressed.
Time is but a countdown
to the next set of tests.
Mirages blind the best of us;
promoting perpetual pursuit.
No hope to reach the light,
when this tunnel is a loop.
Exhausted on this hamster wheel,
I can't help but stop and wonder...
How long can I keep kicking before this current pulls me under?
as I'm pouring over parchment.
Penning streaks of liquid lightning
to dot the monotony that I start with.
But royalty is tough;
heavy is the crown to those anointed.
And the road is rough enough;
without doubt that's self-appointed.
So parsing passing pages
popping pills for focused days is,
my only hope to float
in this storm and the waves it wages.
No rest for the weary,
or sleep for the stressed.
Time is but a countdown
to the next set of tests.
Mirages blind the best of us;
promoting perpetual pursuit.
No hope to reach the light,
when this tunnel is a loop.
Exhausted on this hamster wheel,
I can't help but stop and wonder...
How long can I keep kicking before this current pulls me under?