Unyielding on breaking through
Parting with myself
Personal canons—things I do
Dusty thoughts setting on their shelf
Continuous conversations from within
Interminable rationalizations
The sun may rise—the day begin
Running from an infinite hoard of paralyzing situations
Inhospitable surroundings—laughter—euphoric the ensuing
Rising—collapsing—shooting stars—limitless depths
At once incessantly doing
At times hopeful for the last predetermined breaths
Time once an enemy comes close
Sheltered with tablets of aspirant hope
Always the middle—I wanted the most
I have been on the chair and tied the rope
What stops an idea—a belief gone wild
Abandoned ecstasy then profits the reigns
Days unto days unto never-ending joys piled
Opposites meet while neither gains
Predetermined breaths
Predetermined deaths
Some are cut short of their predestinations
We choose our choices—then live the parallel sensations
