Am I mindful? I am driven
foes are woeful,
gaping lapse of passion

allow no tethers, riding bright
collisions fast- yet ashen
beauty blurs, without a crash

selective sway/night meets day
I hold below, selective gray
Imbibe and succumb

time to synchronize
the light behind this catatonia....
Anesthetize.

Sequester my emotions from this lie I call survival
tossed in tepid, loathe devotions
existence is my rival.

Alive, yet still numb
time to look to the skies
I will not be undone

I rise to ripen my sight from bleak to bright-
I still deny...