Scramble Formation

I’ve spent my life existing in what feels like a mad scramble,
Never getting ahead, always a step behind, as child and man,
Every time I feel I’m doing ok, the rug feels pulled from under me,
The story never changes, financially, life is always a challenge,
The scramble is also in my brain, nothing seems clear, always reactive,
Reaching a point where I don’t have such anxiety feels impossible,
I’m always tired living the struggle of everything being so difficult,
I feel sick inside when colleagues are made redundant,
At my age the thought of losing everything is pure nightmare fuel,
Having a home that feels like it will never be paid off,
And bills that never stop, I suppose the scramble goes on,
I’ll try to find joy where I can, and smile, before everything’s gone.