50 Mile Free Fall

I’m flailing and falling, I’m out of control,

I let everything build up and it’s taking its toll,

I wish there was someone I felt comfortable with,

But it seems like with everyone I am pleading the fifth,

Every goddamn day something new gets dumped on my plate,

I just want to start over with a clean, blank slate,

But that isn’t what life seems to have in store for me,

When I hit rock bottom I’ll just be debris,

If Samsara is real then I’d like to be left off the next cycle,

This soul is so bruised and battered, no need to recycle,

My flame of sanity is flickering like a slow dying candle,

I guess I’ll just wake up tomorrow to see how much more I can handle.