One foot won't lift the other when they're two feet in the mud What are the inner druthers when all the mind says is thud Often or for the first the pattern carries weight Coffers set to burst a far overloaded fate When a grip won't release at the expense of life Out of reach will be peace under self-invented strife Stimulation fails to cure darker clouds of thought Simulation memories wishing wanting ought What is have when life is flow a river never seen Looking on this tired show fingers crossed for sheen Lost the paradise at length from here where we are Prying weakness lacking strength perspective fails the star