All day,
What it is.
To be aware is to be alive.
Every breath wasted striving just to survive this mundane nine to five.
A lion trapped behind invisible signs.
Clearly underlined.
Sick and tired of barely making enough to stay alive.
So poke and pry into what lurks behind closed lips and open eyes.
Fighting not to lose my mind.
Praying that I wont lose my drive.
Knowing when I rise to fame my...