My heart tells me that it wants that

… yet it does not know anything at all

At all…

All of the pieces tumble and fall under the lightest pressure

When the appearance was robust

You can’t trust anything it seems

I didn’t see

So accustomed to delusional realities

Programmed and tranced out

… to go with the flow and don’t rock the boat

… yet some basic primal intuition keeps you afloat

Just under the surface of consciousness

Strategically preying on your chance to gain ground again

Devolving into something ugly

Something scary

The fortress is open

Allowing in all manner of mischievous spirits

Enabling access to unnatural limitations, deviance, and depravity

Feeding the darkness within

Taking with it any attachment to kin, love, or anything

Cannot be your standby

Looks like you’re going to have to get by without me

I know you don’t like to be lonely

And I know you are a slave to your selfish desires

Very tiresome from the outside looking in

Pointless to measure when you never win

Against the strength of the change winds

Deluded myself yet again

Bored to death and lax with complacency

… a particular niche for you and me

And although my desires were not met

It somehow felt comfortable didn’t it?

The alternative much more harrowing a thought

…so I created a narrative that I could live with

Break the chains

Break the shackles

Be free

Autonomy is the answer

To the mystery it seems

Awareness and conscious perception viewing things in reality

Reflection

Intuition telling you the way to go

But why do you not follow?