Demise of the Spirit

Birthdays come and go
but they no longer disturb the flow.
Anniversaries pass you by,
just like any other day, as quickly as a sigh.
Then there are the holidays and some holy days,
which often go by in a severely drunken haze.
They all come and go,
But as time goes by, cruelly, so quickly but somehow slow
they no longer disturb the flow.
they no longer disturb your flow.

Each morning you greet the day,
With a frozen half-smile plastered on your face.
Always trying to be one step ahead,
you wearily rejoin the foolish rat race.
Tenacious and ready to tango, you carry on ahead,
always trying and pushing forward,
from battle to battle, you persevere with grace.
That’s what is expected of you in this monotonous chase.
If you wish to thrive, to feel young, alive,
You had better find a different time and place!
For in this world, survival is the goal
And the death of your soul, is what it takes.
So you must kill it quick, before it wises up and awakes!