Never trust glory

Concious choice is never heard of
You are the sheep, herded about
Your life is pointless
But you keep trying

You keep pushing that log up that hill
You keep fighting for survival against the odds
Your life is slowly becoming a revival
Of Monday mornings

You are the folds, the inner sanctum
Lifes incredible virtuitious angle
Every corner is a plan
You are a god

Your own free will strangles you
In a pot of self fury
You can’t see the words that strangle
The ones that wollow in their glory

Jason Edwards