Am I searching?
I stop and find no connection
What am I doing here?
A feigned grasp at happiness,
And love.
I don't remember agreeing to this.
Were there classes?
If they will always worry -
They don't understand me,
They're not enough -
Then why must I bother?
Who am I addressing?
Am I listening?
We believe in pressure,
Or the result.
The chasm will only widen as time goes on.
Unless I reach for it
And my grasp then becomes honesty.
Hope must never meet doubt
Dancing for life
The mirrors in a hall,
Turn. Shield.
Imperative to understanding
Or what we take it to be.
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