Between a problem

and my actual action --


lies a nowhereland.

There's always something,

something that is in my way --


even if it's me.

Stop it! Stop your talks!

Or do you want me to think --


and make a mistake?

Today I shall do

nothing, not like yesterday --


no, differently.

I never go far

in my yard, I'm too afraid --


that I will get tired.

An automatic

contract extension is ease --


instead of reason.

The winners just wait

quietly in the forefront –


The future will come.

Placating that rage
Spirting the way of sage

Object permanence makes the mental sour
Idealists, the opposite dour

Listening to musical notes as they are sang
Battlefields of yin and yang

Yang's lost its credibility
That seas lost its crossability

The middle Way's middle point
The yin is to anoint.

I couldn't live
I'm so passive, the moment my true thoughts escape
I mourned them
For knowing that they didn't matter
anyways, won't be heard

Its a familiar structure
The lines so oft spoken, I finally realized why they're afraid
Suicide really has a pattern
It is human to feel, it is human to be out of control
We are our versions of Vulcan
There is a time for logic to rule and suppress our emotions
For the good of the many

Then I see us slowly dwindling
the identity of Us solely embedded in I
I know I'm not saying anything new
What makes me different?

Knowing that this is just a moment in time