This day will never end.
The world is out to get me
and I feel the anxiety attack
pressing hard.
A tear escaped ten minutes ago...
there are more on the way
waiting for the word
waiting for the world...
to open the floodgates.
I want to crawl into some corner
re-examine the defects
of human kind
Dissect a soul
and find out
why we all turn out brown
and withered in the end.
I want to curl up,
like a creature plated...
protect myself from everything
all the curious looks
and angry comments...
forgetting the world
still turns outside my shell.
I want to go home
before this cubicle collapses
and I fade away into all the stupidity
like a scene from a b-horror flick
the blob, or attack of the 50 foot concience...
wasn't that a movie at all?
I want to wake up tomorrow
and realize it's Saturday
and look at my M-Arch on the wall.
and remember that I am free...
and look around my big house
on lots of land
and know...
that I worked my ass off to get there...
and know...
that I am finished with everyone. |