It writhes and contorts,
It binds and suffocates,
It weighs down and blocks,
It takes so many, yet so many break free.
They escape the inescapable,
They prevail through the pain,
They smile and sing as if nothing's wrong,
They never lose sight of the gain.
I cannot face the fight,
I always run away, filled with fright.
I am overwhelmed with unbearable gloom,
I go insane, sure to meet my inevitable doom.