Waiting Game

Trapped inside this being
I can't stand it another day
I don't know what I hate more
My body or my brain

The endless tasks to perform
The rituals, day and night
Everyday a replay
I've given up the fight

Exhaustion, overwhelming
Deteriorating, constantly
Sleep becomes a past time
Consciousness a novelty

Fuel has become a terror
Though an obsession, all the same
The clock has become my dictator
It governs the waiting game

I want it to be over
But wants come after needs
But perhaps the truth is that really
It is there wants before me