The Ills of Modern Man

I have had it easy for most of my life

Adulthood has brought me a series of complications

Swallow these nails, turn away

I must not look back

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

It feels like I have been fighting for nothing

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

I have been too caught up in this crying game and I want out

I want out

I am sick of hearing myself whine

Drink this wine and choke

Here I am, still screaming away the same problems

That have fuelled this engine for years

I have bathed the faceless in a cesspool filled with my own tears

Bathing in a constant

State of shock

And its salty waters

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

It feels like I have been fighting for nothing

The ills of modern man are much larger than my own personal battles

I have been too caught up in this crying game and

I quit

Deep down there is shade in all of us but there is also luminosity

My flaws have now been exposed by its brightness

I have been too caught up