Down in a hole,
Losing my soul,
Down in a hole,
Feeling so small,
Down in a hole,
Losing my soul,
Down in a hole,
Out of control

As I now lie back and write these words, I’m beginning to realize that I haven’t had any time to myself in quite a while…and in effect, I’ve not been living my life, but ‘a’ life. A life which revolves around the work I do, and the work consumes me and my time.

In all that I’m doing, I realize now that I’m losing myself…in fact, if anyone was to ask me who is this person, pointing at me, I’d say I don’t know, and frankly, I wouldn’t care much for me either for,

Looking at me now,
I’m a man who won’t let himself be

Just won’t let myself be. Nothing’s going to be the death of me. But me. I shall, being who I am, take myself to the grave.

I have been guilty of kicking myself in my teeth
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath

Perhaps this one last time, I will.

Feel like I’m on the threshold, of a dream perhaps.

Or disaster. On the threshold of death, or finally being alive.

Chasing misprinted lies,
Facing the wrath of time,

Yet fighting,
The battle all alone,

No one to cry to
No tears to cry alone

Yet repeating
To myself

If I can’t find my own
Better being dead