the withdrawal
back into ones corners,
of small downfall.
failure, viewed as a loss for the collective,
a bewildering moss stagnates change and motivation
or lack there of...., on duckless pond.
the issues, stage an awakening
that overwhelms with eye opening introspect,
exposed, out in the open
the numb awareness of the person you've become,
the little things have evolved into sudden giants.
looking over the lines that were crossed,
this is my personal account
as seen through eye's like a rain cloud,
expressed in the words, of a dreamer.
the truth is so naked
it makes it hard to swallow
when life revolves around a vacancy,
what use is there?
for tomorrow~
I came into this one anticipating the 'the world is a stage on which I am an actor' speech but wow, what a pleasant surprise.
I always find it tragic when things are left unsaid or unfinished... there's something much more comforting about closure.