purpose

 

what keeps you going

what gets you out of bed

when your brain is overflowing

ideas remain unsaid

 

the minds of time are blowing

the peace of being dead

 

whilst history is sewing

false stories in your head

 

theres no way of them knowing

the same old roads you tread

 

the panic and the glowing

the fear i try to shed

 

medication mowing

brain cells are being bled

 

a microscope is showing

an illness being fed