So how do you begin living
When you've given up swimming
For each daily measure?
When winning held no more a pressure?
'Cause when you're just sitting, living loses the stress
Your best goals met - none: you just rest
No pitting forces
Just the daily boringness
Do I digress?
A fitting mess with which we wrestle less
Why bother to stress
When it's a bless
To let caring just mesh
With the absense of giving a breath
So what's left
When suddenly you're possessed with a sense
That you want to start caring again?
It ought to be sin:
The reluctance that life puts you here in
There's nothing to win
Just losing again
It's all going to end in misery yet again
Pestimistic
I suppose sometimes anarchistic
Despite the fact you always thought that ballistic
Resist this
Or insist in
The convincement
That there's more in this senseless
Convention
Of mentioned
Solutions
Try my polution
It's mental at best
The rest just digress as we stress our progress
Look at this shit
I'm just rhyming what list comes next in my head
Many a goal was worth this impending dread
But that's how I'm stuck here again

Didn't feel like digging out anything newer