my worst days now
are my best days then

Two sides of the same coin
Suffering and hope
Contradiction and condition
Obsession and affection
.
Human struggle
Dominance and Submission
Self-imposed slavery
.....Free decision
.
Self-enslavement or self-*******
Alienation and (no)destination  
The same paranoic twist
The thesis of the same Matrix

You have been holding me
Like a flower in your palms
I tried to wither but
You held me tighter

I felt like I'm slippery
Like a fish you want to tame
I tried to jump back to the water
But you didn't let me

Now your embrace hurts
Your grip is drowning me
In my own tears of sorrow
And not the ground underneath

I want to be one with the stars
I want the moon to comfort me
I want it to take me where I belong
Two feet under a bouquet of rose

I never asked for you
But you came anyway
Thank you for the chance, Life
But I would now walk away

Goodbye to what we had
And what we'll never be
A token for our sanity
is small part of you for a small part of me.

Sallyport to Andy to Bruce
  came to bust me loose
   amidst Time's noose ...

          
      despite despair
        High Hopes!

Seems to me
that everything just feels the same.

The same mindless wandering,
between friends,
between worlds.

The same feelings.
Tired and sore.
Lonesome and sad.

The same dull ache in my chest,
longing for a lovers touch.
starving for compassion.