Anxiety is an insurmountable weight on my chest
With no specific cause other then a city life filled with stress
Piles on and on, vile air reaches deep inside my lungs
Not sure why I can’t stop running about
Can’t bear the thought of being useless, engulfed by an omnipotent model of so-called healthy living
Struggle with myself to find and secure an acceptable niche
Meanwhile, miserable stoic souls continuously stagger about
I know deep inside I want to live a life
That is ephemeral and true