how many times will I be forced into swallowing
life's broken promises that I expected to have been fulfilled by now
ones that I had hoped would have gone down much smoother and in one piece
comfortably shielding my eyes and ears
preventing them from seeing or hearing
the increased speeding up of each days self dismantling
pushing me through the last chance saloon doors faster and faster
hurrying towards my own personal flatlining.
The pattern of my existence is all too quickly unravelling
quicker than I ever thought it would
something or somebody has fucked off with every stopping awhile place
on this steep single track to plug hole city
little did I know until now that all I have been doing
is to have taken and continued, to take part
in a disguised free fall exercise.