Mood

Suns up, run up,
Blood in my veins
feels like syrup
Limbs won't move
Voice is shaking
Underneath me
The ground is quaking
The ground opens up
Again, to swallow me whole
But, I'm always ready
For this particular role

Gotta keep fighting
Keep to the dark
Gotta keep going
Not up with the lark
Somewhere in the middle
Less black and white
More gray in the riddle

Found my humanity
Buried at the core
Say it once, twice
Forever more
Hit the ground runnin
And damn I'm sore

Crawlin in the muck
But I found what I'm lookin for
Made myself the key
To my own locked door

Grabbin sticks off the ground
While you're all throwin knives
Keepin up the momentum
While you're breakin out in hives

Passively voting for the same person because you don't want to admit you're wrong is actively supporting the current crises.