Analysis of The more I look

The more I look the more I feel like a zombie
In a daze
Words like haze
Stuck in a maze

The more I look, my eyes get heavy
I’m drinking my coffee, but it isn’t working
Dread is lurking
Stumbling, murking

The more I look the more I don’t want to
Sad but true
I’m still fighting the position I’m currently in
Like a child I resist
Like an adult I insist
Fate, I twist to make it my will
Like an adult I know it’s no use
Like a child it’s my ugly ruse