ego death

Frenzied for means of escape

Consciousness melds with the days

Longing for a state from before the decay

Tedious flows turn to sludge

Praying that fate holds no grudges

Carrying on with distrust, how unjust

Is this what it’s like to grow up?

To realize everything’s fucked up?

To realize dreams are delusions of youth?

No room for missteps

Easily caught in spiderwebs

Wisdom feels worthless when compared to innocence

Yet faith is embedded and infinite

The beauty of life is ubiquitous

The soul dies when all it can do is reminisce