Frustration is an all too common emotion that seems to love
The insides of my reality
It finds solace there...

Starting over

To commit to such an act would require more than I am capable of
Not just at present but for whatever path lies ahead of me
Breaking away seems more a pipe dream, than even a remote possibility

So I shed away during the hours of moonlight
Not quite sure why I do the acts that I do
Rationalizing

Trying to make a logical perspective on something
That perhaps does not need it
But I argue this with my existence

Like all my peers, comfort is just a word
A fruitless anecdote spun in a web that eludes our thinking
It too drives me further from the truth

Truth, how I perceive it, will always be wrong
In this period of self-loathing I come to this conclusion
By writing assorted lines

Perhaps this lack of connection could be due to an unstable
Beat between my brain and my fingers
Or it could be me, once again, reaching desperately past my
Middle Ground, taking mighty steps

But these are not of courage, they are an act of a coward
Why I cannot answer, for I refuse to outright lie
It just feels that way to me...

I want to be spoken to, liked, accepted, appreciated
But while I know what it takes to achieve this
I feel that the power eludes me

This reasoning too, I ponder, as I watch the sun blanket the elysian field

I think back upon my complete lack of remorse for others feelings.
My iron first was clenched, never to be derailed.

But now I see your beautiful face, along the eastern sky
I turn away from you and suddenly I realize
That you, my lovely reflection, was the glue that held our life together
Were more than just a human being
Was everything to me
And now I just watch you fade away with the sun

Perhaps my present downward spiral is not so hard to understand
After all

But how I wish I was a wiser man

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