Surefire

Spinning round like a top.
This cycle doesn’t ever stop.
Bored with how it is constant.
It’s all become boring content.
Deja vu round each ‘new’ turn.
No matter the day a lesson is not learned.

Will stock even be taken?
If I had faith it would be shaken.
Instead I grit my teeth and bow my head.
Eyes roll at this repetition being retread.
A symptom of a much greater disease.
One that continues collective unease.

Same old story from start to retry.
Goal never changes and nor does this lie.
Improvement that doesn’t see the light of day.
Choking on strands that could have paved a way.
Progression rather than regression.
Before long there will be only a jet black depression.

Commitment is not a simple thing.
Do it or admit to wanting to give in.
Either way a decision must be made.
Failure will result in all debts being paid.
Regardless of how your life will bleed.
Everyone will come to extol what they are owed.

Taste condemnation from each tongue.
Knocked down to the bottom rung.
Chances squandered as everyone foresaw.
Buried head in sand concluding life’s a chore.
With no regard to what was bound to follow.
Remainder of your life will be completely hollow.

Drowning with a safety net.
Damage incoming that you cannot deflect.
How long before the noose is pulled?
Then your lifestyle will be culled.
Choice stripped right from your grasp.
That is when realisation will strike you with a gasp.

Stress will toll louder than any bell.
Daily reminder of how far you’ll have fell.
One of you screams thar never leave you alone.
Stripped of cars, future and shared home.
Sinking deeper into this shit heap of failed opportunity.
Good luck from us now you’ve carved this surefire misery.