Being bogged down sucks.
Endlessly running, forever in place – like a hamster stuck in their wheel.
And every protest’s but a squeel…
It’s no way to live.
When you will to live it’s oppressive.
A viscous course that leaves one a corse.
Under its curse
Every step backwards leads to a swamp.
Appearences, so real, deceive – of course!
Is it but a nightmare?
One can’t escape the dream.
And then one awakens
One awakens to steam
And one then builds another dream.