Stayin motivated

Motives change. From making a stand for myself when it really mattered, my strong yearn to stay in the game has evolved with the motions of the hands of time.

Everything feels like an endless cycle. Day in day out. Like a long ass drawl. The days of the weeks never change. Same seven shitty ones. I'm bored out of my fucking mind by their names. By day i would play my part as a corporate slave in this drama-filled cast. Answerable to a bunch of depressants who do not have a clue about my psychotic schizophrenic behaviour by night.

This, my friends, is why i relish doing my time in the weights room.

Here, i am myself in the purest. The adrenaline that comes with the change in me. The pushing of limits. Horizons only those like us would dream of. The lifting in scales of human bodies. The thumping sound of the heart.

Here, wealth means jack shit and the corporate ladder means fuck all.
This is where i quench my addiction, fueled by all the shit thrown by the world, buried deep inside from the eyes of civilization; taken to the asylum with clenched fists, heavy straps, heaves with lifts and the clinking of steel on steel.

This is how i stay motivated. And i ain't worried about running out of diesel.

-Trainwreck