My Lamia

I can’t imagine,
a life without struggle.
One with work,
AND a life to juggle.

Bringing others joy,
is the path I have chosen.
Work every week-end,
a love life that’s frozen.

I’m not complaining,
I’m full of ammonia.
Because that is,
I have Anhedonia.

That’s why I can’t wait,
for the return of Lamia.
That what’s I call,
my good friend Cyclothmia.