What is it, Really?

Is it an abstract state we reach when we achieve something?
A virtue spent avoiding the ***** of tomorrow while the sands of time sift through
This gaping hole.

A mole inside each and everyone's head.

Is it a fulfilled part of humanity where everything is just sanity
And this dilemma becomes a person who lives, & walks away?

And will that person ever become a joy in the end
Undone by all those spent virtues
For just a vacation?

A breather from all the stress, accumulated by the success
That became a mess

Just to prove a point.

**** me running, with the laws of the world
Stunning the harlot from today.

Time lapses while the world relaxes and the system
Just unfolds, on the better winding
Yesterday.

But the real question remains, the phase that we relate to
The daze that crazes us while we smile;

What happens when we succeed and THEN sleep with the ******* of life?

Oh that *****,

Sadistic, realistic, ballistic, narcissistic,
A stick up the *** of everyone who smiled,

The seducing failure becomes a part of you
While you do what you never do
And you move when the world revolves.

And now in the end, the meanings that won't mend
The trend becomes collapse.

And your absent mind, becomes your reality.