It's obvious
I'll never be what you want me to be
Like a rockslide on Mount Everest
I am devastation and little more

It's simple
We choose to fade completely to black
But as we do, my fingernails
Are clutching tightly on all the greys

It's inescapable
There's only one direction to go
But like a compass without a needle
The right one is always obscured by chaos

It's rudimentary
There is a soundtrack to this life
But I am trapped within intermission
And the show may never resume again

It's cathartic
Tossing all these failures to the wind
I watch as they become an albatross
And quickly crash back to cold, hard, earth