When Will My Cycle Break?

My fears have sprout,

When my dreams knock me out,

I can no longer jump my thighs are overweight

my voice cut, I should reflect on what I ate.

When I move I feel wrong

Even when everyone follows along.

Prices are too high to buy,

Inflation made gravity too hard to try,

Is there an end to the repeating maze I enter every night

hallways lined with doors,

I have to choose the right one,

If not my morning has begun,

Its a course,

Even to say it in verse

I can't finish in time

I’ll just sit under someone else's shrine

For the hallways are endless

I’ve gone senseless

And the doors are never closed

I can't find a clue

There's no excuse

I’ll never take a bow

I suffer an unspoken vow