Illusionary Morning Ineptitude

 
I love the gentle splash of balance as the motor begins to whir
I see the raindrops of the mind falling softly against the snow
At a snail’s speed I begin to read and all slips from my mind
With quotidian heartbreak I face the day and gently bequeath my moans

Shirking and shying away from work
Shirking and shying because it hurts
Few would know the pain of this particular predicament
Constructed by shy and painful minds
Truth be told I hate them all, their constructs of power
Enforced by the bullies

But down the hole, far from our souls lies the temptation of love
Like a flower it withers and rots to clay
With a gasp of realization my life has been played
I cry for myself but nobody hears, down here in the pit it’s just me and my tears