Listless, stillness,
this cliche is deafening,
striving to thrive
the cycle is maddening.
All to be alive
the repetition is saddening
as to rewind
and watch
would make no difference.
Words from a place of subsistence,
absurd existence and constant dissonance.
The ignition to my cognition
is faulty, lacking premonition
and swayed to perdition
is every creation open to persuasion,
the same across all nations in truth,
the same wide eyed babes,
the same miscreant youth,
the same grown up kids not knowing what to do,
eating up the same lies as me and you,
always struggling to pull through,
always struggling,
always.