Rough Day Today
Information flows in constantly, digitally, verbally
Bombardment of advice, remedies, know-hows, somehow.
Overload to the point of spillage
The psyche can no longer contain
Don’t cry, don’t cry
He said, she said, they said
I say. Who said?
Should dos, must dos, have tos
Voice unheard, words lost
To some lonely abyss
The soul dragged through the murky waters of society
Stunned by the fear of an impending
No, fuck you.
There is no should
There is no spoon
There is only the truest of true.
Strip away the wants, the should haves
Strip away the charadic Bullshit,
The suffocating facades.
For when you are on your deathbed
What questions will you ask
Did I work enough, did I slave enough,
Did I fight enough, did I bleed enough
Or did I love enough?
Do what you love, love what you do.
The choice is ours.
And I am thankful for that.