Exhaustion is my name, crisis is their blatant scheme. No rules, no breaks, no mercy— the same storm, a ceaseless theme.
Beacon of an Awakening
Exhaustion is my name, crisis is their blatant scheme. No rules, no breaks, no mercy— the same storm, a ceaseless theme.
I must’ve signed some cosmic slip, A soul contract, a one-way trip. “Earth’s Awakening! Come One Come All! Answer now–the clarion call!”
I stared into the abyss, and it laughed at me— Mocking my snack choices and anxiety.
Welcome, dear traveler! Step right inside, To a world where nonsense and logic collide. Where up is down and left is right, And facts change hourly—hold on tight!
Welcome to my screwball brain Where thoughts really do matter, And chaos delightfully rains.
He ripped the wings off the little butterfly, Expecting her to wither and die. Instead, she cocooned in sticky goo, A deep rest she was long overdue.
For days on end, the beeping cried, A phantom wail that never died. Through sleepless nights, through weary sighs, I questioned life. I questioned why.
A spectral wail, a phantom cry, An endless beep that will not die. It mocks my thoughts, it haunts my brain, A cursed sound, a shrieking bane.
If for a lingering moment I could talk with a mighty oak tree; A weathered sentinel, an ancient descent Of time's unfurling tapestry.
Cathartic celestial dew On a parched journey's path. Tear-shaped diamonds fall In a pitter-patter's dance.