The sight was with reason. The anguish was in beauty. The curse was in pains. Tired as it evolved. Knowing what life isn’t. The compass as built, the danger in perception, the bane of disappointment. We were searching belief; wanted to feel surprised.
Such tyranny inside, a soul hard on itself.
Sheer intolerance, secerning by default,
shocked.
Not a minute on self-care;
not a second on clarity.
With souls swearing attention, memorization.
Wild astrology, closer deception, knowing as entered.
Underestimated. Desperate fringes. One leap. In spite of perception. Wanting to seize future. Heavy on a throttle.
To know by perfect tears, imperfect excellence.
Pianist paradise, softer beliefs.
