I feel the stalemate around

I feel the stalemate around
The suffocated air
Each soul’s despair
In each slow breath
Inebriated death
I feel the stalemate around…

I feel the stalemate around
In each heart, a tired beat
Trying to run with clumsy feet
Falls with flailing arms
To hope’s hapless charms
I feel the stalemate around…

I feel the stalemate around
In each scheme’s victory
A life pleads a pitiful sorry
Behind each tale of grit and glory
Cry millions, each with a morbid story
I feel the stalemate around…

I feel the stalemate around
As even the death grows slow
Life appears to go down with a bow
As the stage seems to be set
Why does still my life regret?
I feel the stalemate around…