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A lament
I am on a treadmill
And I dare not stop
For a bed of spikes wait
If I were to fall off
I am in a cruel game
A wicked trap
Holding a boulder over my toes
Until my arms crack
If I stop my efforts
My mood will fall
If I continue
I will burn out before all
So I run this treadmill
Trying to maintain the pace
Whilst I rack my brains
Thinking of how to escape
Dawn & Dusk 
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