It's like I'm an entity without an identity,
Working through the muddle,
To the hustle and bustle.
Acting like I'm not suffocating,
Drowning these feelings,
Cutting the weight so I don't asphyxiate.
Trying not to hesitate,
Or pontificate,
Before my value begins to depreciate.
I begin questioning if it's worth the trouble,
Then I push that mental hurdle,
Rushing a race I didn't make.
