The broken lines blur in dull beams,
And darkness leans into the edges.
My mind is fraying along the seams,
In a mad world far too full of ledges.
My truck knows the way to go,
Which is convenient because I’m hardly awake.
I wait for the demons to show,
No matter how much I give, they demand a take.
This commuter lifestyle is crazy,
And I’m the lead jester, playing for the kingdom.
But that doesn’t dare define me,
Because I’m far more than a cap, a skit, and rum.
We scurry like rats in search of cheese,
With blacktop roads rather than mazes.
Our choices are our traps, if you please,
As we quest on and on for more raises.
Why do we live this way,
And bow at every altar but that of a full life?
Hypocritically we all stay,
Despite preaching that we quest for less strife.
Say carpe diem and YOLO,
But forget when chasing the almighty dollar.
You may donate but do so,
Driving an Audi and wearing a diamond collar.