Trapped Inside the Machine, or Burnout Rings True like an Echo

Feedback melts the good intentions
The labor of love looped back upon itself
Setting the whole contraption into motion
The self doubt wells up and is suppressed
Your thoughts only travel half way
But often soar, knocking one out of the ballpark
The others are left behind
Trapped in the lifelong
Cage of bad ideas
Lost potential
And things that should have but never happened

In dreams we see the machinery
The cogs, wheels,grinders and toil
Dissecting the mistakes
Their voices bubbling up to the surface

You never seem to get it right anymore
Can't keep your mind off of the rolling sea
And the trailer you lived in when you were free

When dogs roamed the sand and brought you sticks filled with saliva
And free time made your mornings limitless and tall
In the evening you'd let the water come up to your ankles
Before you took that last deep breath
Headed under, where things were twisted contorted and green
Tiny bubbles led the way to the garden gate
And things unsightly seen.