Run Around

I'm giving you the run around,
                          that twenty-four seven,
                  circle of frustration,
                             Today,

there's no end in site,
               that worn out path,
         has doomsday clouds,
                Rolling in,

and as rain falls,
                   reality calls,
to see if you had enough,

But your eyes of defiance,
             move toward your goal,
         as mother nature,
takes her toll,

all over you,