Can’t deal with the pressure.
Fate flowing forth, I can’t measure,
The frustration that floods my mind,
And leaves it severed.

Severed, from reality
Trying to curb casualties
Sick and tired of the foundation of causality.

The cause is the effect,
Leave me wrecked, forsake the deck.
Being put on the spot,
But not ready for the spot check.

I hate numbers.
Solace in words keeps me somber.
Trying to listen
But all I hear is the fall of lumber.

Struck by this-order.
Clutching to a rope that grows shorter.
In need of a dollar,
But all I got left, is a quarter.