without a sense of festive
as i sat down here
loneliness creep within me
i cant breathe
i want to withdraw from this alternative
sometimes
it just feels good to be cliche
this feeling of escape
is searching for this route
to go back or to go forward
i want to stop stopping
it's unpleasant, unrewarding, unsatisfying
oh can i quit now to end this negative compassion
it's time to be realistic and get my ass back to cruelty of credit crunch political conflicts social inequality
perhaps then i would be better
or perhaps i think too much
for better or for worse
i just need a route to wholeness
