I might trap a body
but never have the soul.
Yes, I know
that there's
so much
I don't know.
This skin
is but a cover.
For what lays
within
is my true
power.
I need to reveal
a pain I feel.
Of not knowing
better.
Not showing
a part of
my dominant
character.
To myself
or the world.
So anyone
who cares
enough to
read.
I am
but a seed.
Growing from
where I am.
Only doing
What I can.
I do accept
this fate
that unwhirls.
With the ticking
Of the clock.
These habits,
Actions, feelings
and thoughts.
If I had a remote
to control my life.
Would I pause
or would I play?
What was
the cause?
What would
I say?
I can't even justify
the existence
of such an apparatus.
If I could,
it would
demistify
the experience
of this chaos.
Being animated to
the movements
of the strings
that bind me
to this reality.
Running.
Staying.
Fighting.
Surrendering.
Seem all the same.
What if I am
just a non-player
character
in this game.
All the choices
will come to
the same end.
Maybe it's not
about how this ends
Maybe this is
Endless.
That speaks about
the nature
we belong to.
The world
into which
we grew.
All but a stop.
Now read again
from the top.
