Simple Complexity pt. 3

by Vic   Aug 15, 2006


What's the use in fighting
Against an impossible win?
The outcome of my choices
Have struck me from within.

I walk...
Regardless I've lost strength to stand.
I weep..
For that's all that remains in the power of my hands.

Delirious..
Surely my problems are exaggerated.
Exhausted...
Victim of being self-berated.

To face what I am;
Face what I've become.
Time would be my only friend,
Slowly becoming undone.

Is that remotely possible?
Contradictions make sense.
Absorb wise, unwise words.
But have equal relevance.

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