Litany

this morning i was born and this evening i will die.

tomorrow i will stumble through without eyes living

and surviving simply means that i keep dying a litany

of desperation and depression a repetition of boredom

and confusion piece by piece i'll play the the same old

song all day long it feels like i've done this before and

i don't want to do it anymore running on the spot stuck

in the first shot these walls of time i fear there is no way

out of here but if i can just make it through the day i think

i've finally found a way out head down work hard forget

that it is happening fall asleep and end the day the memory

fades away.