I take a step, every step,
Feels like a mistake,
Everything feels wrong,
Every damn move I make,
My journey is long,
And my broken feet ache,
Have some sympathy,
Please let me go, ease the pain.
The faster I run, the slower I go,
Where the hell am I going?
I don’t even know,
But I can’t stop now,
That much I realize,
I have to keep going, but how?
I’m not alive.
I’m a dead man walking, a zombie,
Every step I take, it’s sloppy,
I can’t help myself,
I’ve got no energy,
I just feel like the world wants to kill me,
But maybe that’s giving myself too much credit,
I look around for a second,
And I don’t think I’m the first to say it.
But we’re a land of zombies,
Looking for something,
Something that may exist,
Or it could be nothing,
It’s a beautiful movement,
I couldn’t deny it,
But it could use some improvements,
And that’s not worth denying.
And with that thought a fire is lit,
I breathe in some life,
Because we all need to sit,
Take a moment to appreciate,
The things we have and the things we’ve made,
I have found my purpose,
And purpose is life,
So don’t let it go,
For life without purpose is nothing but a strife.