A cycle, a torrent, a wave, a crash.
I’m torn in two, three, four, and six.
Let me break free, escape and smash!
I stand for the truth, but have fallen for tricks.
I can’t even say that I’m unhappy.
These feelings cannot be described as sad.
But what is it to be truly happy?
Is a lack of desire contentment? Or sad?
Why do I feel weak in moments of greatness?
Why do I get angry at simplistic peers?
Why do I desire difference from sameness?
Why do I create my own fears?
I’m restless, anxious, and utterly alone.
Yet I’m somehow friendly and feeling.
And here I sit, typing on my phone:
Relentless…Seething toward something I’m seeking.
My heart won’t slow down but keeps pumping faster.
Will this end well? I foresee disaster.