I feel a chapter has come to an end...

Of distractions;

of attracting disaster.

I can't seem to grasp a single thought
Long enough to hold it to the light.

All the lines I've crossed feel two steps back.

All the miles burned grow quiet.

No more distractions outside of purpose
No pre-packaged mindsets;
        perspectives for purchase.

I can't help but think of all forgone
To appear as more than a statistic.
Capture still that I have gained
Ill faith is what I am left with

Honesty remains a brutal burden
To test what life can be like
When we pull back the curtains.

And I can't seem to grasp a single thought
Long enough to build a sense of right.

For empathy they proclaimed i lacked

And from outside their lives,
I would be left a fool denying.