I sit, pondering,
searching for inspiration.
Nothing comes to me.

Tired.
So tired.
Waiting for the end.
Few signs. Fewer stops.
Watch for the bend.

This way, there is LIGHT!
There is more, yet not much more.

Ahead, there is rest.
So follow, if you will
(the end will be justified)
and tire no more....

This is the end.What's the sign say?
STOP.
You missed the bend.
Ha.
"Startover."

So now I live inside
someone I do not recognize,
when I capture my reflection
from the corner of my eyes.

I am forced to walk their line,
to pay homage to their shrine,
to be patient with the way it is
while I'm screaming in my mind.

The pressure from the outside,
the forces from within,
pulling, stretching, twisting, gnawing,
crawling in my skin.

Do I carry on this fool's facade,
this walking contradiction?
Or turn and burn the whole world down,
release the inner friction.

Black and white is all I see.
My mind is blank and sterilized.
These choices linger, haunting me,
so I do nothing, paralyzed.

As I sit still, the world goes by,
I'm just going through the motions.
"Smile and nod." I'm lost, again,
drowning in the oceans.