Zero Hour

CATEGORY

life

it's a hell of a climb sometime I don't mind sometime I don't feel like I want to rise again not that I want to stay down not that I don't wanna win but sometime I can't see up from the ground sometime I can't feel the high even if I'm looking to the sky the more I try to live the more it feels like I already died and came back before I been eulogize wish I was only exaggerating with a wild imagination like I did when I was a child tucked in tight still asleep underneath a blanket covered in twilight when it twas a good night since then had to grow up and in time woke up to learn the meaning of the word corrupt shut ins won't shut us up and boarders lines won't shut us out meanwhile twisted demented mad scientist with no experience experiment on us trapped lab rats trying to get up out the labyrinth get so used to this it's so alarming it becomes a habit forming formality to act as if nothing's happening in the midst of a bout about to lose the rabbit out the hat ignoring sleep working furiously digging to get underneath the heap too deep to get to the bottom of it before getting buried alive did I die or did I commit suicide just to get to the other side not to be taken literally inside looking outside I hate this class feeling like I'm gone jump through the window don't ask to answer is a difficult task rather take off my shoes and walk on the broken glass it's gone hurt the pain won't last it won't kill it will heal half the time it ain't real just a part of getting from underneath the hump and over the hill