Rut
Ó  1994  Anthony Congiano

I greet the day, in the same way

I greet the damn day in the same way every day

The alarm clock rings, no dreams to keep

I get up, go to work, go home, and then I go to sleep

I need a change, some kind of twist

I want a chance to live my life not just exist

I’m in a rut, got to get out

All I ever feel, is the cold

As my youth slips away, the world goes by, and I grow old

All I ever hear, is the word no

And a door slamming in my face where ever I go

All I ever see, are the same

Four black and white walls they’re like a torture in my brain

 
I’m in a rut, got to get out

 
Hours race by, moments to waste

My time is dull and bland and stale and without taste

 
Days turn to night, with goals behind

My  plans are blank and black and void, quite like my mind

I’ve longed to move, for too many years

But, it’s the fear of fearing failure that I mostly fear

I’m in a rut, got to get out

The joys today, I misplaced mine

I hate my execrating perception of time

Night terrors haunt, nightmares behold

Life’s like twisting pitchfork buried in my soul

I’ll heave my head, I’ll bash my brain

I’ll scratch and tear right out of my mind while I go insane

I’m in a rut, got to get out