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The Run Is Doomed To Fail
running as far and fast as I can
only to end up in the same place once again
wander the world, but troubles follow
because no matter where I go, I can't escape myself
feeling broken, hollow, alone
but these words can't describe the truth
they pall in comparison to the actuality of it
melodramatics and overacting, nothing's as bad as i say
but at these times, it's so much worse
so many choices, so little chance
it's all wrong, nothing turns out the way I want
but always the way I knew it would
my brain is good at getting things right
it's my heart that makes the world turn sour
which makes my soul quake for hours
the rhythm and rhyme can only distract
from the fact that I'm discontent
with the life I have, the choices I'll make
because with limited options
come limited outlooks,
and limited outlooks, tend to look bleak
needing help, but managing to float
on a sea of mediocrity
maybe I'm just a malcontent
looking at others lives and wishing they were mine
wishing for all these things that are out of reach
thinking of possibilities that have passed me by
simply because I refused to act
frozen in place by fears, by insecurities
held immobile by being moral, by being helpful
by being true to myself, and others
and being dragged in so many directions
by hopes, and dreams, and possibilities that can never happen
and being stretched this thin is quite a trauma
hoping things will change, but knowing they'll stay the same
maybe one day my time will come, but that time is lost, and never to be found
lost in the multitude of people, all wishing for the same thing
my prayers go unanswered, and unheeded, or maybe I'm just deaf
to the call of opportunity, so intent upon my goals
that nothing gets through, and gets lost in transition
so many things get lost in translation, meaning, dreams, and thoughts
all written so clearly, and yet with so many ways to read between the lines
that no one could possibly grasp what's going on
no one could guess at the turmoil bubbling just below the surface
scraping at the ice covered water, locked below the surface
slowly drowning in insufficiencies, inadequacies, and improbabilities
finding air just under the surface, but only enough to taunt me
remind me of what I had, what I threw away, what was taken from me
by my own stupidity, by my anger, by my flaws
denied fulfillment by himself merely because he's too dumbstruck
too shy, too much of a dick, too shallow, too loving......
I give my all and get so little from so few.....
it's not too little too late, but it's only enough to keep me waiting
for the time when I get mine.....whatever that may be
