Surprised a little, disappointed even more
Striving for perfection, with all my muscles sore
Finding inspiration in nothing
only to face defeat
Will it all count as something?
or am I just another soul ready for retreat?
I break and it aches
because this world is unreal to me, more than my reality allows.
The earth under my feet shakes
But I choose solitude as my guide
Being on my own, it allows me to hide.
Vulnerability is what I fear
Security and power are what I hold dear.
I am too weak to depend on another soul
Yet too alone to ever be hole.
Simplicity I do not seek,
Play with the mind, think when you speak -
discreet defeat, complete defeat.
Temporary.
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