Slow, down you go

In the sea of your honest work

But feel like a stone that’s held

In your dead end palm

The pace that mocks your worth

Hide away from again and

Tell me when it ends

I’ve had enough had enough of this

All of it's a bit the - briar on the skin’s

Not adding up, adding up to you

To you

Again what makes a man

Give the self to an end so full of the id so material

Our higher plans, are adding up to something

But something's lost, lost

You’ve had enough, of adding up to something, to something more I lost it, my mind was

Dumb on approval, all my better thans

So wasted and over sated

High on a problem, all my nothings ends

You might succumb to it

The passing of the day

All the moving sand

Oh mind yourself away don’t(find yourself a way to) You fall before the weight(outrun all the weight)

Just breath