thoughtless sprint toward the finish of nothing
success measured by an infinite number
of meaningless transactions
where do I add up in this mess
all my time inside my head
cut short
by the need to direct focus elsewhere
me, I can wait until later
after you are taken care of
makes me remember the old days
when life was so easy
that we would stay up all night
just to fight
now, I would rather sleep
than continue a pointless argument
funny how we didn't know that then
but it's obvious
once you have a few more
obligations on your plate
take a strong handful of the day
close my fingers around it
like everything else
the tighter my grip
the more it slips away
