The Cycle

I'm wasting green

I'm wasting time

I'm burning gas

I'm burning drive

I'm without cause

I'm without spite

I lack the right

To lose my mind

I'm in a fog

I'm on my side

I'm at a loss

For peace of mind

I tire of the grind

I'm bored with the pitch

I'm amused by the few

And annoyed by the twitch

I fall with the weary

I fall with the worn

I rise with the siren

I rise with the horn

By standards I'm muddled

By figures I'm removed

By scripture I'm rewarded

By fiction I'm abused

I'm simple in my normalcy

I'm different in resolve

At the end of days I'm just a phase

That's simply shaken off.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I need to start.. Trying.

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