no rest for the cowards

I want to cry
I have to much pain
life is a drill
burrowing into my brain
left or right?
does it matter
hearts left to splatter
psyches shattered
governments corrupt
religions manipulative
news that bleeds
souls imprisoned by greed
night or day
blue or grey
birds are free
so much more
than we
we look but never find
the walls surround our minds
I want to run
somewhere
but I can't
because I won't
allow myself
Im locked inside
my own cruel cell
the key in my pocket
but its a million miles
away
no fun, no play
just work, sleep
and fast food
that keeps me alive
although I have no idea
why
maybe I will flee
into this unreal world
its better than nothing
even if its not
real