I was crushed but I dribbled through the machinery just the same.
I woke up, did some of the things I had to, then slept and did it all again.
I carried myself through life head bent, shoulders stooped, like a broken tent,
The poles crooked and the skin sagging down, wilting, like an unwatered plant turning brown.
I'm malnourished intellectually, I'm hitting the brakes ineffectually,
I'm turning things over and over inside my mind, but the underneath of each stone is all I ever seem to find.