My neck's sore from the steady downward gaze. 
I'm scared to look mother earth in her face.
My spirit's riddle with shame.
From staying locked in the pain.

Where did the love go? I must've threw it away. 
I use to be a mover , a shaker. 
But now my feet are seasoned with malaise.

And where did the time go? My night collides with the days.
I asked the reaper to pay up. 
I'm refusing to stay stuck.