I don't want to be a liar, I don't want to be silently dismal.
I don't want to trust someone.
I don't want you to know this.
I can't stay away from turmoil and it's fascinating ways, just ever taunting me to show my chaotic self.
I can't, and won't let it be, left twisted.
I wake in the morning, I'm breathing, so I guess I'm still alive.
Answers in front of me, questions behind me, decades drifting, lingering.
Why can't we sleep forever.
Why can't we drink forever.
I want, I can't.
I went for it, to give my heart.
I can do this.
I will do this.
1 comment:
When I originally wrote this I was just really getting into "Tool - Undertow". So I swiped two lines. I rarely do this. Sorry.
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