Gimme a minute - Part 1

There's a ringing in my ears : My eyes stinging with tears
I race to the seaside - my place of peace: all i feel is panic and a dreadful unease
Try to keep it serene: BAU for the company video screen
Gotta still earn my bread and get to bed : gotta keep myself fed but still the dread
I'm sticking sand in the sacks:  Cementing all the cracks
Keeping people's chins up  (smile!):  Tell them it's 1/2 filled cups (meanwhile!)
Buy into delusional goals : Gonna thrive and save some lowly souls
Going to be stronger than ever : gonna run, eat, work, sleep more than never
I'm putting on my emergency gear : mask and gloves and facing the fear
Gathering family their food and I think: I'm keeping everyone from the brink.

"I can't breathe."  George Perry Floyd Jr. said "I can't breathe."
He was 46 years old : When the nation began to seethe.
We are the same generation : Albeit one with segregation.
I imagine simple things we felt common, agreed on too.
I also understand though by and large the opposite is true.

And here's where the story takes a turn.
I crashed and burned.
Suddenly I'm waking up in the morning.
And I'm in mourning.
I'm just in mourning.
I'm just in mourning.
I'm just in mourning.

The sun rises.
The cursor blinks.
The news blares.
And the sun goes up and down.
Repeat,  Rinse. Repeat.