The lizard, being my mind, running from the pack of snakes chasing after me, the world has almost killed me, painfully, slowly. There will never be a true escape from this world i call my home. Everyday is a struggle. The anxiety filled snakes bite and rip my skin apart, i can't move, tearing my eyes apart, distorting my vision from reality. Everyone seems to be at the top of the ledge, happily waiting and being as happy as can be, but where am i? Fighting battles of life's struggles that are thrown at me like the lizard against the snake. This terror will tire me, no tomorrow or escape. I guess i'll sleep and be free when i'm dead from this mad world.
What have you to offer me when there is nothing to offer to?