Life Crisis

You can sense I'm going through something. Maybe an extended quarter-life crisis, who knows. But as I'm never one to talk about my feelings, I'm taking it out on my keyboard...and onto this blog. :) A good friend did say that people who tend to write are the inexpressive ones...at least when it comes to opening up to other people. I denied it strongly.

And yet here I am.

Bear with me. This, too, shall pass.

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Grew up having fun

Now I'm having none

Writing songs of tragedies

To keep me afloat

To keep me at ease

It's when I don't make sense

that I feel more clever

Come watch me pull the lever

Open the dam

Release the damage

Then turn my back

And seek for solace

A Midas touch

Though not of gold

For where it's well

I cause discord

I lean on rocks

To help me stand

But when they break

Where do I land?

And everything else

Around me grows

I play catch up

Hang on the rope

And while they all learned to fly

I find myself behind the line

Run from the rain

And chase the shadows

What I truly want,

were left for illusions

I mend my scars

With a bigger wound

I can't be fixed

But I wish you would