The ballad of Benjamin Fish

Life is a bore they say, more like a chore I stay, working hard trying to survive this never ending part of my life. Waking up feels like crawling out of quicksand, making up excuses so they don’t have to understand, my pain. Getting through my day to day, is like working without pay forever. Pains of the past, fear of the future, and cursed, with a present. I should change my view, maybe start anew, for the better. So up the hill like Sisyphus I roll my bolder. Every fleeting moment culminating in a haze flowing like a river my spirits washed away in my sorrow. Though I fight, and though I climb, I’m still waiting on answer! though I try, though I cry, I’m still striving for better! I. Will. Break free! I will. Be me! I will flee from my cage, spread my wings and fly away… from here! Though my body aches and though im still chains, these shackles grow weary. So one day i will make my escape and hopelessly follow whats left! This is best.