...Every day it means less and less.
  How hard should I struggle and for how long?
Where will it all end up?
Where does it truly belong?

The sky so vast seems comforting at times.
To know that we all look at the same moon.
Like her I try and understand timelessness
but it just can't happen too soon.

My energy waning, slipping  away
day after day.
  I have the fire the passion the desire.
I burn you they burn me
We all consume each other . The promised warmth of the fire.
It's plain to see.
I used to stand so close in the morning my legs would wobble and my jacket would burst aflame again.
I'd get in trouble. Then a few weeks later I'd do it  all again.
not by choice mind you I just couldn't stay awake.
So tired.
So Exhausted, it was more than I could take.

Now that I'm a little more wizened
not much has really changed.
A few less people  to pull me from the fire,
or ask to see if I'm deranged.

It's not okay .
I tell the fools.
the lonely.
the self loathing shells.
Our interest is like our attention.
It writhes and wriggles deflates
or swells.
Seems like it would be easier to just fall apart
but knowing that you can't
cause  no one is there to pick you up.
Takes the wind from your sails.
Drains the wine from your cup.

The worst person we lie to
is
ourselves.....