The toxicity of my misery falters every endeavour
As seasons pass I battle forth
Cyclical regression all pervasive
Tides recede and ****** in the solace of weariness
Who am I to summon legacy?
Freedom is costly
To not care, to be selfish, to let the ego dance and dine on its prey
But I will never sit at the top table and command such debauchery
I wish stillness and solitude, my armour from the world
My penance is running dry
Oh bountiful life revive me