I am anxious, I am tired, and I’m mentally exhausted.
I’m stuck in this labyrinth of routine and I can’t seem to spiral back from it.
It’s horrible. I almost feel like I’m drowning;
it’s such an odd feeling, especially when you’re waiting to be saved.
When will I ever learn that one needs to be one’s own hero?
Maybe one day, I’ll actually start believing what I pretend to be.
One day, I’ll break free from this routine. I’m hoping here-
I’m sitting here all by myself,
and thinking what we’ll be in 20 years.
I may be defeated, I may have a shiny runny nose,
I’m may have shaky voice now, but tomorrow,
when the world is still,
I’ll rise again,
to march on against time.
I will rise again and this time, I will not fall.