Interwoven

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Like shadow to light,

Like misery to elation,

Good taken with bad,

The important parts left behind.

The comparisons are endless, 

The spirits interwoven,

The thoughts they mingle, they twirl they dance,

Idle curiosities for the sake of my sanity.

Truths caged for convenience,

Their death rotting in my mind,

A collective weight on my tongue,

I suture my lips to stop the stench.

Has falsity won out?

Has the illusion surpassed reality?

Does the routine provide structure?

Or does it anchor me to the conclusion?

Still I feel myself floating away,

Diluting the significance,

Stripping away the layers,

And what am I left with?

Certainly not a sense of self,

Nor a purpose,

Another haze I pretend is sleep,

Another chord to tease the silence.

Is this how it's meant to be?

Contented by mediocrity?

The times, they ebb, and flow,

Spilling out of the sea of my life.

Wistfully yearning, but for what?

For myself to return?

For you to return?

Or for the work to mean something?

The end hasn't justified the means,

But forward I push,

Clinging to the process,

Trust not earned, but required of me.

The logic is evasive,

The illusion beckons me home,

"Invest in me" it begs,

The change weighs me down.