Life Goes On

Each day it seems there's another tick against me. Another box checked. Another harm, another fail. But still the earth completes its spin, hurtling through space and time. The days grow painfully longer. More daylight to avoid people. I do prefer the night. And that's all each day is. Looking forward to darkness. And night is just hoping for the ungodly hours to come when I can't be awake another minute because finally my eyes have given up. And still life goes on.