Sensical

All I’ve been taught to believe
is that what is wrong with me
is I am me.

All life is still pictures long past
the day when they struggled
to remain still.

Waste the day,
go astray,
feel myself fade away.

If space and time are connected,
how is there never enough time
but infinite space?

If it be so easy to confuse interest
with intricacy, then it be easy
to disguise them.

Long past life,
borrowed time
a point of strife,
except asleep
in deaf of dark.
Unseen,
unheard,
every try
leaves a mark.

When a couple argues, spewing hate,
I want to love someone greater,
restore balance.

When this can never occur,
what’s in the heart is to blame, or
what’s not in it.

Wear it down,
bastard crown,
king barred from queen’s town.

All I’ve been taught to believe
is that what is wrong with me
is I am me.

All life is sane thoughts long past
the day they never struggled
to make sense.

Eyes up, face the sun,
can’t lose your mind
if you never had one.

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