Always reaching
Never receiving
That end we all want
Is it that hard to locate
My sensitivity is lessened
Bumbling fool...
That’s how I am seen
An idiot to the end
Always chasing what I can’t have
My suffering is never ending
I can’t seem to escape my past
Stumbling forever in the future
Why can I not have a “changing of the guards”
A quote I find fascinating
Same face, same smile same thing
An open book
A transparent cover
Cold and distant alone
Fake with all smiles in the wind
Next to nothing
I feel weightless today