In jest I aspire
To be
To be someone that I am
That I am what I think I am
But what am I truthfully

Do I jest then or aspire my true self
Do I jest into myself or others
Is this all there is to taste
My potential unseen
Unseen by me and to others

I crave this and this and this
And this is believable
But in myself my true self
It cannot be unto me
Roadblocks collide

Thoughts swirl
Momentum flourishes
But
Only to be broken by lies
Delicious lies and heavy shoulders

Keep running or keep running
Is one way the only way then
The answer I fear hungrily
Slowly starving as my body stales
Am I the beast fending off myself
Or importantly not

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