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Wake Up Altered

What goes up, must come down,
Or so I’m told, and so it goes.
And so I go, but will I go?
Can I go? May I go? Might I go?
I just don’t know.
I tried to understand it though,
My understanding doesn’t show.
Knowledge buried deep inside.
But inside me there’s no upside.
Just a downward fall to emptiness,
Peppered with some nastiness,
And total lack of motivation,
To make these dreams come true.
My cowardice ensues,
And stops the application dead
Before the words can leave my head,
I’m headed down a path–mislead?
Mislead by whom? Mislead by me?
Or it could be something else, maybe.
Programmed way ahead of time.
But this time, I’m out of time
Yet there’s still plenty of time
For nothing.
Well, isn’t that something?
Something sometimes equals bliss,
But with bliss I am remiss,
Often careless, cheerless, underhanded
Griping, sniping, too demanded.
Too many demands I ask
Of myself–amass the tasks.
So instead of being constructive,
I’ll sit here, quite self-destructive.
And on and on and on it goes,
Watch this story as it unfolds.
Never again shall I retreat,
Stuck too deep inside defeat,
But maybe if I wake up altered
I will get away from this life I’ve faltered.

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