Disease

The day had not been going well.
I guess this was a result of an unbearable hatred of how unfair certain situations are and how life has that dumb way of chucking irony at you by dissolving you into lopsided situations you thought you were best equipped to handle.
Boy, and I thought we were tough.
Well.. anyway..

The road seemed straightforward
Stretching on for miles
Thought we could see what lay ahead
A sudden spin
Tumultous turn
We stand here - the road speeds ahead
Leaving us in the dust of yesterday
Immobile, so far behind, counting shadows in the dark
Clutching at fragments of nothingness
Hallucinating into something more
We tear ourselves
every second
every minute
every day
just to get a glimpse of what next?
What next?
It kills me as it kills you
Life - it happens to the best of us