I fall faster day by day,
Keeping appearances with my forced smiling face,
Running astray without nimble grace,
Only to see the creatures behind me giving chase.
This world is still turning,
And I am still yearning,
For a life I never had,
In this rule oh, so ironclad.
It’s down there in the dark,
In this lonely world so stark.
This could mean the end,
Were it not for a message godsend,
To help me defend,
Now I must find a way to transcend.
Warning of you,
Nagging of an old shrew,
These days are turning into blue,
I will see this through.