A push to move things forward
No use waiting for a chance
“Life is what you make of it”
Something often said
Directionless for decades
Drifting through the years
Fighting hesitation and a thousand little fears
Leave it all behind
Choose progress over death
Find your strength
Take pride in every step
Somewhere beyond the atmosphere
Mind wandering deep space
Starlight and sightless dark
Silence in my wake
Eyes to take it in
Flames into my lungs
Burn myself alive to know the warmth of the sun
Struggle for the day
Each taken at great cost
Non-renewable
You only live life once
The world without consumes me
Hardly a moment to spare
No more room for neurosis
No personal affairs
Thin air
Navigating lofty ideals
Ever separating fact from the way people feel
Bloodletting
Drop by drop, seeking balance
Fingers scarred from the effort
Battles lost, then fought again
Dulled sense
An endless war
Bloodletting, to live another day
Bring myself back into range
One day
When the kingdom falls and heaven comes crashing down
I will become king, wearing ruins like a crown
My gown, of ash and dust
I’ll swallow up the sun
Leave the rest to the rust
The extinction of everyone
Everything
It comes to a head
Burning Earth
Leaving this whole world for dead
Not dead, but static
Not alive, despite my beating heart
Going nowhere
Linger near the start
No desire to go on
Fucking waste
What’s the point in keeping up?
Another day to dust
Settling on the past
Tome on the shelf, pushed to the back
Forgotten passages
Pathways of the mind
Undisturbed
The antiquarian archive
Refocus
Bring aspirations into view
Shut out the world
Spend a little time on you
Pay no mind to the madness
Life has to go on
It doesn’t have to be so tragic
Good will, passing it on
No lofty expectations
Just because
A just cause in itself
Reaching out my arm
Hand open
Knowing grasp
No need to ask or tell
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