In my head again, can’t seem to escape
the threads, the bindings of the fates
I have to move, but as I do,
the steps I’m taking, changes making
shifting balances, destabilizing,
torn from the inside, this pressure keeps building, every moment seems tense and if not, just awaiting the inevitable next, a catastrophe happening…
Is this now my life?
I manifested it well, ‘wounds to dispel’ my mission, my mantra, but now I’m just haunted by too many at once, too many to conquer, to juggle and balance, carry on my sore back…
The air’s getting thin, my sight’s getting dim, crushing loneliness, guilt making my head spin, each moment with you a hopeless reminder that I have to accept or finally surrender, no more lies or lies eternal, what kind of
choice is that?