It’s getting harder to believe what isn’t physical. I yearn and reach for things but they aren’t there; so what is it? A mental game fixated to play in an order to have a way ? I’ll say. This isn’t what brings life to the satisfaction of day.
I once made a promise to seize the day; in every moment. Live to bring forth a happiness of truth with every moment.
But there’s always to morrow; I believe it to be a borrowing of time—-too little’s never too late; a, nah it’ll be fine.
Again a never mind.
An estate given to many chances…a costing of what’s late; a leaving without advances.
So as I sit in my head of still…it’s hard to believe it’s real. This present, what is it? I’m guessing
Being the one to sit in question; the inquisition of this position.
“Nothing has happened”, within this chance, I took but nothing has happened. Is it, was it all in my head? Emotions misread or being misled?
A being I’m being mentally stabilized but physically there is nothing there to back up what was made up for me to see behind the lids of my eyes
Physically I’m being blocked from what my heart’s locked. All because misery loves to feast in company;Being entertained by another’s emotional pain.
So as I strain -to reach, for this mental peace, I remain;Seeing no one else before me I’ll leave myself ;to blame.
——“you need to know” but I still don’t