Pressure

I came up with this mainly this morning:


Pressure

Every day it boils on

Like the soda in bottle

Getting ready to just pop

After each longer day

Wears away to insane

Robbing of his sense

The one little comfort

And his peace and joy

Everything is separated

And all are foreign

Changed and gone

Even as they stand

Right by his side

Maybe he’s here

Or maybe they’re not

Times have changed

But the truth is eternal

And maybe some won’t know

But what in the world

Is to say they’re wrong?

He sees the fork

And turns the way

That will only lead

To a life of success

Before the Pressure

Forever draws him in