going no where fast
we have reached a crossroads
are we in this together
not even close to fun
if you want to run
far away i cant blame you
run away
and separate
given more than most
for longer than one should
invisible force holding me back
its like im allergic to progress
this self destructive
this un-productive
not even bad luck this
is some Freudian subconscious
obnoxious
watch this
i tail spin
inches from goal
its as if ive an anchor
attached to my soul
endlessly praying
entirely laying
myself in prostration
still this frustration
an illustration
discontinuity relation
hopelessly hopeless
how often i waste
this grace
i spit in its face
book thrown
closed case
sin encased
permanent state
us?
dust
lost
trust
bust
leave me out
to rot
to rust
far from right
far from just
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