Every day here, I check upon the same idea,
hoping to see a change in my attitude.
It's a constant search in a box that has remained untouched—
quite the obsession for a powdered lunch.
Complacency, my dear
she swallows
heartache,
headaches,
love,
and the lost.
But at what cost?
A small surge to derail a flood of emotions.
A thrill to smudge reality as I continue to swindle my sanity.
Flouncing and contorting my broken wings
to escape unspoken words.
You're a lover, baby.
You're blinded by your tunnels.
You'll struggle to acquire your truth.
While you spend time pondering your pain,
and how it should be
you'll fail to see how it unfolds.
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