It often feels as though I was never meant
To be the man that I have stubbornly become;
It often seems more likely that at one time,
During my checkered past,
I laid in wait in the foliage,
Sprung a makeshift trap,
Subdued one of my pursuers,
And assumed their identity
It would be one of the few logical explanations
For why I consistently sabotage my own path;
Retreating to my sanctuary,
Setting up tripwires around every corner,
Poisoning my sole water source,
Setting up sensors around my heart,
Camouflaging the exposed crimson,
And stalling for time that I no longer own
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
It often feels as though I was never meant
To be the man that I have stubbornly become;
It often seems more likely that at one time,
During my checkered past,
I laid in wait in the foliage,
Sprung a makeshift trap,
Subdued one of my pursuers,
And assumed their identity
It would be one of the few logical explanations
For why I consistently sabotage my own path;
Retreating to my sanctuary,
Setting up tripwires around every corner,
Poisoning my sole water source,
Setting up sensors around my heart,
Camouflaging the exposed crimson,
And stalling for time that I no longer own
Why do I still daydream about the ending
When the beginning is far from written?
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