I have unwilled myself to see what I should have
And yet chose to see what I shouldn't,
It is my choice really and it burns down to common ashes
of disillusionments and a make shift place of perpetual tiresome
Endeavours

Mounting to nothing.

I have gazed at stars and other common misinterpretations of love and set myself to dry out what's left of my individuality;
Upon star-gazing and eventual ruination,
My packed backs from eight to three have failed me to decipher
What life can provide me with;

I have misused time and shrunken my perspectives to fit in a square thatch that provides no shelter;

Star gazing has left me, point blank.