grasping for reminders
of less dismal times:
familiarity breeds false
comfort found in
routine
escapes
from fear,
flying fleetingly
-fantastical
hopes
and nightmares too.
the path to internal bliss-
lost,
to fear and habit.
lost,
to fear
and
reality,
Lost.
back, and back, and back you fall
to start again.
to start again.
the path never taken
that path dark and unknown
leads to different days
leads you on separate ways
blindly join,
praying for
the necessary
naiveté
theDeprevation 