I'm a Strange Person

An exercise in self-flagellation forget forgive - repeat
Oh the endless imagination, bow scrape scraps of fragile nerve
Never demanding what you deserve, divesting pride subsisting
in the loop of mere existing, exit stage right, ready?
now RUN!

Life, this short cycle calculates nothing, there is no tally
why tarry why dally, there is no reward for revered suffering
oh the long-suffering, uncovering nothing but fear
write it down, list it dear, deign to reveal the disparity
And when you see with certain clarity, when Atlas shall at last
bear thee up oh Gaia, oh mother, maiden, crone it is hardly done
rise and RUN!