Exhausted from walking the same path, miles upon miles of the same
road taking repeated steps
Yearning for a break in Hell’s routine whether it is self-induced, or
forced on by the demons that lord over us
Impatiently awaiting a call from anyone that we love…anyone that
we know, sending missive after missive, our regrets and apologies,
expressed through false hope, the only hope that’s left
Begging forgiveness for transgressions that we’re unaccountable for,
praying redemption for what we allowed society to create from what we
were…lord help us…
Literally torn between two worlds, being masters of both, yet we’re
slaves also confined by consequences of master’s actions, which were
just that action
Now we plead for freedom, but it seems backwards sometimes; like
this, modeerf