A sigh of exasperation cannot be suppressed
What sort of tension does it relieve?
There is a frustration which manifests itself physically
But the conflict exists metaphysically
From where comes this discontent?
It is a privilege to find unhappiness in the drudgery
Of a life where survival is an assumption
But the world is crumbling around us
And everyone is climbing over one another
Gasping for air
Time ticks on but it is an illusion
It is a meter by which we track our lives
What is memory but time in perpetuity?
And our imagination a reality for our soul