Numb the mind with television
Wear it down with habits
Time goes by with desperation
Curse it as it happens
Dig out from the suffocation
Dig back further in
Struggle for some progress just to
Lose it all again
Sick with repetition
All too tired to make a change
Maybe this time's different
But it's probably the same
And all that can be hoped for
Is occasional reprieve
With no illusions that this thing
Will ever really leave
Settle down for sweet submission
Wait for nothing new
Acclimate to numb attrition
Nothing else to do
Prisons full of mirrors
All reflections of the self
Fences made of trite clichés
That never seem to help