Say your prayers, and think of yourselves.
The things you need are not yours to take.
Keep your eyes fixed on the future, and when you can sleep.
Sling your heavy feet forward, or crawl along the ground.
Every door out leads in.
I can’t escape yesterday.
The world witholds mercy, and time moves along.
I can dream, and I can hope for sunshine; but I’ve yet to see reason for keeping my hopes up.
I have memories, and they remind me of better days.
No one can escape yesterday, it follows you to today.
When I sleep I find brief mercy, and I live out my desires.
When I wake I medicate, and find false hope to move forward.