Post by Man in Black on Jun 17, 2006 23:58:11 GMT -5
This is just how I feel RIGHT now... Tommorrow I'm taking a trip with my
family to Damascus, Virginia to take a bike ride down an old railroad
through the wilderness. I need peace soooooo bad.
The people I work for and with are burning me at both ends, using me up like some kind of product. I'm not bragging - just speaking the truth - I am very good at what I do and to say I am being taken for granted would be an understatement. What makes it so bad for me is that these are not just employers and fellow employees, they are people I've considered friends, some for nearly 30 years. Over the years more and more people have quit and instead of replacing them I just do the extra work. Well even though I can handle a tremendous workload I have reached my limit. I ALWAYS give a hundred percent, I work through illness, through injury...
#$%@! I was up for over 75 hours straight when my son was born and I never missed a minute of work. But now when I'm starting to finally break, to push back and dish out in kind what I've been dealt... I'm suddenly the bad guy. Well @$! that... I'm taking my life back starting right now one tear of joy at a time...
The Road to Damascus
Tommorrow I take the road to Damascus
hoping it'll lead me high from the Hell I know
precious moments with family and the sky
sweet parts of me I need to seep back into
sweets I traded for demons as bitter as bile
at what precious cost I dread to realize
for I am so infected by the agenda of the blind
for being so damned good at being uncomfortable
Tommorrow on the road in Virginia
I don't want to think about my cage
while I'm free for a day I want to be free
and let the shackles fall where they may
if they crack the bones of those who chain me
then maybe it will still them long enough to see
That I'm flesh and blood with nerve endings
that actually do feel the pain they serve me to
Tommorrow I'll take the road to Damascus
to find ointment for my open sores
any Divine appeasement of my aposteme
and lacerations by friends who aren't
I cannot understand how human beings
can hurt human beings so bad for so little gain
this trivial passing of frustration stings me jaded
because I already had to forget how to cry
and tommorrow on the road my tounge is out
to catch a tear and hydrate this Hell I taste
family to Damascus, Virginia to take a bike ride down an old railroad
through the wilderness. I need peace soooooo bad.
The people I work for and with are burning me at both ends, using me up like some kind of product. I'm not bragging - just speaking the truth - I am very good at what I do and to say I am being taken for granted would be an understatement. What makes it so bad for me is that these are not just employers and fellow employees, they are people I've considered friends, some for nearly 30 years. Over the years more and more people have quit and instead of replacing them I just do the extra work. Well even though I can handle a tremendous workload I have reached my limit. I ALWAYS give a hundred percent, I work through illness, through injury...
#$%@! I was up for over 75 hours straight when my son was born and I never missed a minute of work. But now when I'm starting to finally break, to push back and dish out in kind what I've been dealt... I'm suddenly the bad guy. Well @$! that... I'm taking my life back starting right now one tear of joy at a time...
The Road to Damascus
Tommorrow I take the road to Damascus
hoping it'll lead me high from the Hell I know
precious moments with family and the sky
sweet parts of me I need to seep back into
sweets I traded for demons as bitter as bile
at what precious cost I dread to realize
for I am so infected by the agenda of the blind
for being so damned good at being uncomfortable
Tommorrow on the road in Virginia
I don't want to think about my cage
while I'm free for a day I want to be free
and let the shackles fall where they may
if they crack the bones of those who chain me
then maybe it will still them long enough to see
That I'm flesh and blood with nerve endings
that actually do feel the pain they serve me to
Tommorrow I'll take the road to Damascus
to find ointment for my open sores
any Divine appeasement of my aposteme
and lacerations by friends who aren't
I cannot understand how human beings
can hurt human beings so bad for so little gain
this trivial passing of frustration stings me jaded
because I already had to forget how to cry
and tommorrow on the road my tounge is out
to catch a tear and hydrate this Hell I taste