Rat Race to Nowhere
My heart is pounding heavily
Chased by destiny I can’t catch
A mad dash for cash,
A reckless mess, running towards fate
but now it seems fate has found me.
and I won’t let it take me easily.
I won't go down without a fight.
But is fate preordained?
Or can my lifestyle be sustained
And put me in a place
Above and beyond the rat race
running, running endlessly and never we surmise
that in the end we’re all just running to the same demise
I cannot close my eye yet and surrender to the night
Destiny can persist but I won’t give up without a fight
The money flows and it's never enough
So I chase it faster, harder, stronger
Compromise my ethics, break my will.
Just to ensure another meal
I eat it up and choke it down
then buy some more for the weekend.
I wash it down with salty sweat
until my eyes burn in the deep end.
What is the cost of my soul
And how much does aging
Effect that cost
Am I like wine
Or am I a soccer player
both have their time, I suppose
but perhaps i should remain here
sinking in the depth and
feet propelling helplessly
trying to run where there is no floor
goalies float to catch goals but wine,
drowns all, joys and sorrows.
Running in sand
Slowing my pace
While standing still
The waves sink me slowly
No path to climb
Only slow decent
Darkness is above me swirling
My eyes almost blinking to close
I won’t let the night win over me
For I’ll fight to my last breath
I’m a warrior, the young and restless
A bloody hell fighter to the soul
Until the end of day come
I won’t kneel down to time
The Gods of wine entice me, incite me and unwind me.
I vomit the aftermath of a dollar gained.
Fall down at an altar of bullshit and pain.
I shake my head, reset my mind
Convince myself this is not in vain
My heart is pounding heavily
My mad dash toward fate ends here.
I feel a presence swirling above me.
I’m forced to cash in on my knees
I beg for my soul.
But my soul burns its own rebound
I was never a slave
The almighty dollar might taunt me
But I was never a slave
Dollars and slavery
What type of economy built this place
Running in chains
Even free
Ankles clink with each pace
The audience cries with anticipation
No patience
The sand is soaking me in
Pulling me down to the dark hole
But this is a beating heart that roars loudly like lion
That won’t give in until I fall
I wake up to face the day.
Another day, another dollar.
A weird balance between grace and grief.
Head down, shoulders up another soldier to the world.
Marching orders
From capitalistic masters
Running the wheel
Around and around
Soldiers to live or die
By the will of another
I will choose where to point my gun
Written by @MidnightInk, @Shells, @ChrisSadhill, @MeeJong, @Cinnamonwhistle, and the infamous @Putski.