firemarshaljoe

When life wraps around your neck like a noose, It's only a matter of time before you slip
Helplessly into the day to day grind slowly suffocating your hopes and dreams
Just a drop in the bucket without a ripple
That is all we are here for a drop of life
splashed over the side board puddled and mistaken
For something important and meaningfull
adding it all together it seems medial and mundane
Minutes slip into days passed with nothing
senseless mind games and broken hearts
drip drip drip gone