My only escape from the world is isolated solitude.. where I find the fortitude keep on goin, a molassic Ocean of Unfathomed Heavy & Blue,
making a commotion, Arms swayin, tired of hopin
Ready to give up …and I ain’t jokin

Eyes floating on streams, tryna catch sights
Of what life really means, and the chaotic truth has yet to be seen..

Struggling with commitment from past
Sorrows in resentment.. although, maybe distant ..
I can use some assistance..

Befuddled by thoughts of contradictions.. ready to give in to addictions to subside my afflictions ..

With no permission from the resistance, fueled by lies
Of contentment.. but why do my feelings have to be given the death sentence when derived of pure innocence…..?

So what do I do? do I push through!?
to give a chance for somebody else to do the same thing to Me2

Or Remain apart, a part from the few and continue to be the exemplary me away from you
Even though I chose you., I love me too ..
so I’ll do what I do and build a future with or without you ..