TheseScarsAreOurs

I give up.

See not a lake, but a river.

Feel not a quake, but a shiver.

Watch a bloom, see it wither;

all your regret, hear it slither.

It’s catching up, watch the hands,

hear the ticking, falling sands.

It can’t be stopped, only pondered;

You have no map, you only wander.

Walk in circles, you may watch me.

Maybe spirals, Fibonacci.

The past will haunt, future flaunt;

you must escape, enjoy a jaunt

My words, they make no sense to you,

they only offset, mind askew.

Without desire, there is no pain;

the only peace, to keep you sane.