Anomie

Nomadic, an addict, I'm trapped in a habit, a savage
But I'm actually average - I carry this baggage
It's part of the package, ingrained in my fabric
It's a leech in my life that renders me static
And substandard, and makes my bitterness substantial
That bitterness, never thought that it does matter
Until I tried to leave it behind, tried to run faster
It began to feel as if I'm being flung backwards

I've slipped in and out of dumb phases
It's frustrating, it feels as if I'm just caged in
A vicious cycle, a fight for survival, some days it's
Just daisies, other days it's
One maze after another while the sun blazes
It's never constant, everyday it just changes
Everyday is just a teeter totter game
So I pray for help to get me beyond the day