Two more hours to go.
Head is swimming in words.
Chest is tight.
Neck is sore.
No real reason to be here.
Yet here I am.
My pleading will go unmet.
But that is how it'll be.
I can't really fault another
For doin what I've done before
I'm not owed anything
It doesn't suck any less.
Some appetites will never be filled
And will consume the universe
If left unchecked.