Battlefields

I breathe in, I breathe out,

the voice in my mind still loud,

I breathe in, I breathe out,

wonder what it's all about.

I consume, I produce,

I feel good in my shoes,

I consume, I produce -

creativity on the loose.

I go up, I go down,

still with a frown,

I go up, I go down

and feel like a clown.

In a world of constant madness

I foster my frequent sadness.