Life is madness.

I get up each day and

I work for a boss I hate.

Doing a job I can't stand.

For less than I deserve.

I do this because I'm afraid to follow my dreams.

Because I might fail.

Because I was convinced in school I would.

Because I have a child whose needs

depend on me.

I eat food I know is poison.

Because I'm too tired to cook.

Too poor to afford fresh.

Too little time left in the day.

And because the self-annhilation gives me

Strength

To go on another day.

Until my heart packs in and my children mourn.

My partner grows bitter and lonely.

Still clinging to what is just a memory.

This is our life.

It was my father's life.

And his father's before him.

And will be my child's too.

Unless this madness stops.