Everything is different,
aggravated noise is swept
off into the distance
I wanted quiet, here it is,
and I still can't relax
as questions persist
over an everlasting cause
while answers dance alone
just beyond the hanging clouds
of resistance
showing that I make choices
but don't really know
what's missing

My life is a constant reminder
of being trapped in a blind spot
from the bind
of one’s own
imperceptive thoughts:
it’s a feat of escape
to consciously accept
what might be an earthquake,
because I'm mental,
I'm down,
and I'm about to break
but this only makes it harder
to alleviate

It didn't matter when I was young,
it shouldn't matter now
but inevitably
wherever you go
there you are
so I lose patience,
looking at the nothing
I've become

Wondering why I spend
precious time
going out of my way
to make being alive so hard