bind

if you want it
baby come and get it
dont you ever even say that you regret it

you worked really hard, thank you.

and for what.
for what purpose, for what pleasure, for what end with all that means, and what does it all mean?

from what can we glean
hope, perserverence, prospect

and now i feel empty, worn, stolen,

and i am beginning to feel disappointment in those around me
in some type of a comparison to my efforts to my sweat to my exhaust.
and it does not compare
i cannot find
i am starting to mind

and i feel a bind,
that i am in
a grind,
i cannot win.