I fear I may crumble
My pulse gets weak
The older I get,
The less sleep.
My mind goes to the afterlife
The one no-one can hide from
The one which no-one can escape
Oh! the chances one must take.
Time will silently or abruptly stop
Perhaps time is a stranger of things
Not knowing and in between the knowing of things
Battles are inward and hidden
Those who struggle in silence protrude loud as ever.
I often wonder which way is really right
Eternal peace for us, who on earth battle
A fiery place for those with lavish lives?
Lavish lives meaning they think only of themselves
Those who struggle have given their selves away
When darkness becomes your only solace
There is nothing that can enlighten you
When foes are your only companion,
What is left?
As much as simplicity is my desire
A life without chaos is lonely
Keeping all your inner joys, your inner sadness hidden
Hoping that someone will take notice
Each thought leaves as it comes
Unless they are submerged with behaviors
Do you think me to be mad?
So what, I am the one living my life
I am the one whose fears dominate me
I am the hopeful one retched and forgotten still
Leave me to be who I must
In order to disguise it all
to cope with each circumstance the way I do
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