I’m sick of all this suffering and
Dutiful countenancing;
I’m unhappy.
I know I have so much to do,
It doesn’t excite me;
Oh look, more responsibility.
Just when I thought
I was about to reach a clearing
I slipped and toppled up.
I’ll only get this one mortal round
Yet I find my score buried beneath stuff;
Stuff that should have enhanced it.
I’m frightened
Without a soul to help me;
It’s just too bad, it’s just too tough.
Happiness is the only shield I need
I’ll take whatever ammunition they’ve got
All I know is, enough is enough.
