The gnawing in my gut,

The feeling starts to rot.

It seems the more I know,

The less I want to go.

Whenever I get space,

I’m able to breathe with grace.

But every time I go back,

I feel my faith start to crack.

This place is not for me,

Oh how I’d love to flee.

But in today’s society,

I need to act responsibly.

I wonder what I’d do with my life

If I didn’t have to worry with strife.

Tomorrows a new day, a new chance to begin.

But I’m already counting, until it’s the weekend.

This was not how we were meant to live.

To crave our art, and only give give give.

The gnawing continues to grow.

And now, without a doubt— I know.