You can lead a fool to love but he’ll just leave you on the brink

I constructed myself too carefully
now I can’t find anyone who’s like me

I marched diligently towards my own demise
should’ve recognized the executioner eyes

Everything is routine now. You get lost going through the motions. You wake up, you brush your teeth, you drive to work. You find yourself seeking temporary solace in the mundane moments. Your daily coffee. A customers compliment. A coworkers joke. You answer emails and engage in at least a few brief human interactions. You sit in traffic, you make dinner, you shower. You do some household chores and you maybe get to indulge in a tv show. You most likely have a vice but it is probably losing its allure by now. You maybe get a vacation once a year. Is this just adulthood or is this the rat race of life? How can I maximize my happiness? Where is all the joy? Where are my flashback “movie moments”?

Love vs lust I can never quite discern
Or simply human nature to always yearn

On humanity I've given up hope
All I want is a kaleidoscope
To see through souls find what's real
Too many fake people who cannot feel

I seek commonalities in strangers and fill in the gaps with whimsical fantasies constructed from my own flaws and insecurities and decipher their every word waiting for them to prove me otherwise the version I know is not accurate and I stay blindfolded yet true in my intentions