it's gotten to be too much...
one doesn't have to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders to break them-
especially seeing that's impossible in every literal sense...physically.
this feeling that swims throughout the flowing blood of my veins-
is the same panic that used to land me in a twin bed at the ju...
those days are never far away...
same fear, panic, angst-
yet you grow older, more stubborn-
more aware of the system and it's often bureaucratic ways...
resentment has grown alongside you all these years...
it's something that started out small and barely noticed,
now it is a shadow that follows you visibly even in the pitch black of the late night.
it really has gotten to be too much.
heads shake.
embraces intended to make their ways-
but they're a day too late.
morning arrives, with the news sitting on your front porch-
no name to remember, no date displayed: beginning-end.
heads shake.
it's just too damn much...
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