Get up it's time another day of your life, make the bed and say goodbye to a fragment of the cycle, a tired collage of your life. Brush your teeth after you eat, wash away the bags under your eyes, up on your feet you hear the cries. Another sigh between your lips, let go and lose your grip, light exiting through your ribs. Brush away what you can't burry, fingers crossed undo the ties, a strict continuous programing of such a fragile mind, give up and close your eyes, for what's too late you know you tried. A burden so heavy, broken down into repeating portions of a routine. Adaption locking in relief as you’re given your daily dose of peace, as still and steady as you seem, a bottled buried set to rest, on a timer longing to release. Pick your poison lock your prize aim your gun, close your eyes pull the trigger and say goodbye. You made your bet, you rolled the dice, what was none but a dream is discovered in your failure, the life of ...