The daily mantra I keep on repeating
Know thyself, know thyself, know thyself
The radiance I am no longer emitting
Due to decline in my mental health

All this skating uphill is a slippery slope
I’m tired and sick of this motion
I tried to do better, to never lose hope
But lost track of it somewhere in Notion

I’m back to being singular from being plural
Demoted from life to survival
I long for the quiet life somewhere rural
With weather as my only rival

Born too early to fathom the ways of the lord
And too late for success and delight
Oh Lord, would thou deliver me from evil
And then mercy extinguish my light