What’s At Fault

Stand still if you’re reluctant to feel. Sit down, if the last thing you’ll do is be discovered, while you frown. My will power is stronger than most.

A silent, lonely toast. Raise your hand, if you can’t stand the cards you’ve been given. For they don’t match the game the world is playing. I worked hard to succeed, only for the definition of success to change with the breeze.

Bow your head, if you aim to have everything, you’ve ever wanted within grasp. Before you are dead. Time limits work best, when you know how much time you got left. Move forward, if you want to take two steps back.

Never satisfied for too long, constantly finishing right where I started. Shifting from on emotion to the next. No Rhyme. No Reason. To do otherwise is treason to the one, I’ve known all my life.  A heart deserves to feels.

Myself packaged and forced onto the shelf. Collecting dust. Finally I’m safe. Psychologically trapped better known as a decisive commitment to stay consistent.

Once you experience change, it is to blame. So I never move.
Such is a shame.

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