an ode to the restless years
we all fall down the rabbit hole sometimes
couldn’t stay between the lines,
but the hole is a bottle and i’m drowned in thoughts.
it wasn’t a fair fight, but i fought.
its not my fault, its not there fault, but i carry their woes on my shoulders,
if i could be bolder, but instead im colder
swimming in intoxicants
my sentences end in can’ts,
i can’t, i can’t
the never ending rant.
stuck on the dark side of the moon of my mind
like a blade in the night, i’m unkind,
unkind to myself.
lacking that wealth,
of inner peace
the fight will never cease.
the undying need for perfection,
but those values are just a deception.
longing for before this inception.
can i go back to the innocent times?
a child’s mind has no crimes.
i’m always searching for it,
travelling so far from where i sit.
mind wanderer, thought chaser;
i travel miles without opening the door,
the endless universe to my core.