lately
there has been
an air of
frustration
hovering over me
be8ng pulled
in different
directions as
i seek balance
in my constantly
shifting brain

the job demands
more and more
everything costs
more and more
yet the pay remains
mostly unchanged

i chase after
these nebulous words
trying to leave
a legacy while
slowly etching out
a diabtribe on
the inequality
of giving your all
for lesser returns
which leaves a feeling
my value has somehow
decreased in comparison

discarded without
a second thought
over expectations
crash into a fugue
of under appreciation
until all there is
spread across this
barren land is the
bloated corpse of
the american dream
and the blowflies
contentedly feeding
on the rancid lies

the frustration of
spinning tires on ice
zero traction as
the destination grows
farther than this
tank of fuel will get me