Daisies
Navigating Life's Quicksand: The Missionaries' Reflection on Time and Despair
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Woke up sick from yesterday
Experiencing the consequences of past actions or events.
As my nerves begin to fray, now
Feeling increasingly anxious or stressed as the situation worsens.
Feeling stranger by the day
Feeling more disconnected or unfamiliar with one's surroundings.
Can't escape
Unable to break free from a continuous state of confusion.
From this endless daze
Stuck in a persistent and unclear mental state.
I know the fog is here to stay, now
Acknowledging that a metaphorical fog is a lasting presence.
While everything else fades
While other aspects of life become less noticeable.
I medicate to block the sun
Using substances as a coping mechanism to avoid reality.
I'm numb
Feeling emotionally detached or desensitized.
Whiskey on the table top, on the rocks
Having alcoholic drinks within reach, emphasizing a coping mechanism.
Head on the counter, watching daisies pop through the floor
Being in a state of distress, observing nature amidst chaos.
Feel the quicksand on the ground
Sensing a sinking feeling or being trapped in a difficult situation.
Sinking down, sinking down
Experiencing a gradual decline or descent.
Moving back home to LA
Returning to a familiar place, possibly seeking solace.
And the chemicals are changing
Undergoing a transformation influenced by external factors.
Seeing family on weekdays
Meeting family regularly but concealing inner struggles.
Put on a face
Putting on a facade to hide a general sense of unease or dissatisfaction.
To hide this vague malaise
Attempting to disguise a vague feeling of discomfort.
As time just slips away now
Feeling time passing without achieving significant milestones.
Wake up and I'm middle aged
Awakening to a realization of being in the middle stage of life.
No memories of being young
Lacking memories or a sense of connection to a youthful past.
I'm numb
Continuing to feel emotionally detached or desensitized.
Whiskey on the table top, on the rocks
Repeating the use of substances as a coping mechanism.
Head on the counter, watching daisies pop through the floor
Observing nature's resilience amidst personal struggles.
Feel the quicksand on the ground
Experiencing a sinking feeling or being trapped, intensifying.
Sinking down, sinking down
Continuing to sink further into a challenging situation.
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