Doing the "right" thing

 
 
  
    Temptation pushes me to the brink;
it often brings me to drink;
doing the "right" thing,
seems illusionary the more I think;
 
 
    I am only a human;
    trying to withstand,
    social demands;
   while before I head into that mundane land; the towel is the first thing always in my hand....
 
 
   " what are your goals?"
"what are your long term plans?"
"what do you posess as a man?"
"why aren't you taking a stand?"
 
 
   my time winding down;
pain I often anticipate;
I don't own nor want a crown;
I awake into a dead like state....
 
 
because I am too tired to tug of war with my mental state;
my energy obligates towards a constant chase; under, over estimate;
testing grounds aimed to eliminate;
 
 
I'm barely getting by;
doing the "right" thing;
I'd really like to die;
I only live to purely survive