Life
There’s this thing that bothers me
It won’t let me be
I keeps gnawing at my brain
And infiltrating everything
It’s like a pandemic
I can’t escape it
I wake up thinking about it
I go to bed at night thinking about it
And every place in between I think about it
I can’t escape it
It’s drawn to me
Like a moth to a flame
I try an forget
Oh, Lord do I try and forget
But it won’t let me be
Its static rings in my brain
It haunts me in my sleep
I can’t out run it
I can’t ignore it
It’s life and it’s killing me.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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