The Mud Of Life Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Playing along,
Trying to get by,
Yet he remains someone who is behind everyone that he walks past
Don't want to deal with the wrong idea,
But the fact remains that his mind get stuck in the mud of life,
So he ends up spinning his wheels
More uncomfortable than useful,
The struggle to avoid the unchecked nightmare remains,
Holding on to the positive echo while attempting to free himself,
Wanting one more time to hear the rest of his life