No Rest For The Wicked

Wicked, the name given because
of pure ambition, the drive that
separates me from those who have
given up their dreams in turn for
what might be considered a safer
secure “i-do-alright’ kind
of life, the title corralling me
out of commonalities and placing
me behind lines drawn, mind boggling
technicalities that would see me waste
my life away if I try to play the
game that they set out right,
refusing to jump through hoops
I end up on my own life blood,
the essence of my own time,

So I must stalk through shadows
in search of success and wade
through early morning hours
in pursuit of my happiness
while time slips mercilessly
ever onward in despite of my
drooping eyes and caffeine weakens,
the effects draining over time,
till I am left running on my
will alone though, thankfully,
it is on it that and my strengthening
pride that allows me on fumes
of consciousness to ride into the
sunrise coated horizon where I find
that, yet again, I’ve walked a line
that was thin and yet I did alright –

they say there’s no rest for the wicked
and, well, without it us ‘wickeds’ seem
to do just fine.

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Once again, back to a raw poem written at around two in the morning due to the hectic schedule I’m stuck on! I’ve got about three posts to get done but, once I do, I’ll be back on track with the stories/posts that need done on here. Thankfully, the new PC is working out alright and I’m already growing fond of it! That being said, I’m still forced into early morning hours, running on sheer will power alone rather than actual sleep or energy. Honestly, it is a wonder I haven’t just collapsed yet. Anywho, hope you enjoy the ranting above and, even more hopefully, I’ll be back on top of my posts this week!