Not sure

the icy talons tickle my heart
freezing in place and making
immobile. no more beating
no more joy
the icy talons massage my brain
no more dreaming, no more hope
all this and more brought to an end
sweet relief is the only reward
to a life gone stale
spent chasing its tail.
running in circles for many a year
sensibility hit me like a ton of bricks
investing in it was a waste of mine
getting me nowhere in record time
take your self by the bootstraps
climb that mountain
pick yourself up and dust yourself off
hahaha
done that so many times the straps they broke
done that so many times the mountain is but a slope
done tha so many times the dust has a family of bunnies
optimism has congealed, and the pessimism left
revealed.
came upon the answer the other night
close the doors and weld them shut
the air it goes stale
the heart it atrophies
the brain it still works though
and that is the worse thing of all