I Have Problems
I have problems
I'm being trained to fly
They say it grants me freedom
But all I feel are chains
I feel as if the shackles will never crash to the floor
They'll just get thicker like vines entangling me
I have problems
I've got cuts that will never heal
And they're driving me crazy
I just want them to go away
But I know they're here to stay
I've got problems
I used to have all the time I wanted
But now all I have are seconds
Eventually, I'll again have all the time in the world
But I know it'll take so long to get there
I have problems
I'm worried about falling behind
Left alone without anyone beside me
I fear no one will want to help me get back in the race
And again I'll fall to the ground with dirt on my face
I have problems
I need to get out of my head
I want to be free from this responsibility
And I will be free
Eventually
And yeah
I have problems
But I've gotta just keep going
When I feel like I can't go on
I gotta just keep going anyway
I don't normally write poetry, but I thought this was kinda fun. - Ives