What is Sown

Churning and twisting I close my eyes

But before me I cant stop the image

Of a hundred million dreary dead

And a hundred million sighs

When day breaks and dawn comes at last

You try to shake off the feeling

Brushing off your past

To creep out into the world 

But certainly not revealing 

The one thing that makes you weak

Stumble through the day

Just trying to stay awake

To impress the boss and meet 

Your goals again this week

But dont ever reach those heights

Drag it down and drag it out

Cause we all know what comes

When you drink down your nights

In bottles of pain and drags of joy

Trying to capture that little boy

Who so often played the fool

And who worried oh so much about school

But now your grown and what have you sown

But a million layers of trash

And god help you it's piling up fast.