Sleeping and waking
Should bring a pot full of purpose
And yet my hands remain tied
Behind the same back that is flat
I'm unable to grab the elements
To bring about this fruitful mix
The day in day out thing
What on earth is it supposed to bring?
Apathy, mediocrity
Let me be!
You've plagued me long enough
I'll find my way, I'll get ahead
Alas, until I'm dead
And when my feet work no more
I'll claw my way upon the floor
And overcome you I will
Until my breath is not steady but still
Then my new body will gently rise
And meet my maker in the skies
You will be defeated
Freeing forevermore
Perfect purpose from its bolted door