Refract the light off your dilated pupils;
Contract your extroversion.
Expand on the ideas riddling your head
That detracts from this social conversion
It’s not impurities that have travelled the way,
It’s the infection of something human.
The light that forms around the intoxicating contours,
Gives meaning to the common confusion.
Ween yourself off considered poor habits
With the aid of a kind of muse.
Lay open with the words not usually uttered,
But don’t question the use of your truths.
This split second of thought
Threatens intent,
Gives consideration new meaning
With the hope of content.
But over-thinking such things
Pressures to lament
The dissatisfaction from hope
In the desire of success;
The you, you wish to present
But maybe, if lucky
You will start to observe,
Facades are not needed
Few times to reserve
What you consider you.
It seems to be enough,
Do not induce an image
For the purpose of seeming tough.
So now just bide time.
Success is spasmodic.
Do not hold hope.
It is episodic.
Just quietly wish
That they are able to see,
The countering of cynicism
That slowly corrects me.