Pine
By Neurosine
I sit and I reiterate, Go through all these feelings, My mind can't control my heart, All these voices, So foreign to my mind, But then, So often, It all falls apart. When I must just live life. My mind won't politely step aside, Insisting it must know best, As it seeks it's rest in denial, retrials, Connoted by definitions and derision. Designed to avoid always present indecision, It lies as it tries to seek truth. It repeats every virtue over and over, Criticizing the weakness which can constitute proof. Weak and contrived of just enough lies, To make it seem like retribution. Though the true source of all this unending frustration, Is overestimating, and oversimplifying life. Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 02:01 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 1
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