Life is madness.
I get up each day and
I work for a boss I hate.
Doing a job I can't stand.
For less than I deserve.
I do this because I'm afraid to follow my dreams.
Because I might fail.
Because I was convinced in school I would.
Because I have a child whose needs
depend on me.
I eat food I know is poison.
Because I'm too tired to cook.
Too poor to afford fresh.
Too little time left in the day.
And because the self-annhilation gives me
To go on another day.
Until my heart packs in and my children mourn.
My partner grows bitter and lonely.
Still clinging to what is just a memory.
This is our life.
It was my father's life.
And his father's before him.
And will be my child's too.
Unless this madness stops.