I find my meaning
But lose my soul
My Anger
My Lust
Is ground to dust
When I lose my way
My will to fight
I strain, and I fret
Deep into the night
My body decays
My brain overloads
My life to a sequence of battles erodes
I look to the future
I look to the past
I look to a fantasy world
Forgetting my spirit
I drift far below
Deep in my head I lie curled
In a ball
In a rut
In a heavenless pit
In a mixed up, too-sensible
Boring, and sent-from-hell
Busy and lazy routine
Maturity is a rhymeless bitch.
[2004]
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