If you live easier without it, why do you possess it? Why does it consume your existence?
I am everything I am not.
What are you fighting for? Fighting for five hundred more rematches?
Weeknights down at the gym.
Every lazy musing thought becomes a harrowing lightning bolt of an explanation.
Soon as I see the light I know the dark is coming.
Your public persona presents problematic projected pity.
You never stop to think before you open up your mouth.
If you live to brag and belittle, when are you actually stopping and smelling the roses?
Sometimes I can't get it out.
Chase and hunt down a wandering thought. Don't revert to scheduled existence.