A Yawn, repressed, must always rise

A Yawn, repressed, must always rise; It ne'er can be destroyed- Injected in the Human Conscious: Will to be appraised. The ignorance of simple Bliss- Refusal to comply, To swallow back that toxic Yawn; Courage? Or suicide? But not 'fore long, the Urge returns With same ferocity, I tell myself: "Been done before, No use in just one Try." So on and on the Cycle goes, Toward fierce infinity, "No Pain, no gain," is all I say To try to justify. Then one day, I experiment, And acquiesce to Yawn, And find that the toxicity Was inner; not beyond.