Deranged words
Will never make my heart sing
If never heard
By those who make life worth living

I split my confidence in to thirds
Then decide I better dispose of everything

My ego might bring me higher than expected
Yet inevitable failure keeps me from spreading my wings

For I have to act like I don't catch "your drift"
To stay away from lethal heights

Though through my memories I do sift
Seeking for a large enough weight

To keep me from taking lift
Thus in the beat to my life, there will always be a rift

I have no justification for prolonging the process of accepting my fate
Though who would want to see themselves alone

So instead, I rant through my souls gate
Leaving in my footsteps
A sad excuse for a poem

The only thing left unknown
Will those tracks lead to a body,
Or abruptly, disappear?