Unresolved
By Neurosine
Avoidance, annoyance, disturbance, denial. Nobody likes to put themselves on trial. We won't admit the greater things, that keep us from becoming. We tie ourselves with the finest strings, our subconscience so very cunning. Lie, decry, bely, deny deny deny. We won't see ourselves in that light. Attached too many strings, pulling our arms and legs, away. We think that right now's another day, avoid it as it passes away, into some distant undefined yesterday. We lose ourselves that way. Hard to stay our sense of derision, hard to maintain, a persistence of vision, when the chemicals in our brain, refuse to remain, and we grasp onto anything, reaching for that sense of moment, that we stupidly pissed right away. But it's gone and it will remain, unattainable, unreconciled, it no longer remains. Don't let it drive you insane. Written February 24th, 2002 © on Feb 24 2002 06:59 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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"Avoidance, annoyance, disturbance, denial...."