always the same
and never the better
you run a fool’s game,
always playing with
the lever.
ready to pull down,
ready to go,
the deepest
pockets of your mind,
an ebb and flow.
misery loves company,
at least one more
this time
always cyclical, and round
and round you go,
emotional chaos
that you hope to
control
but the storm’s ragin’
and you’re comfortable
with a little rain
sometimes
because you know
stories aren’t told
without a little
suffering sometimes.