Conflict

Cold, shaken, trembling. Oh, look, it's me again. Oh, look, just a weakling. I'm tired of running this roundabout game. It's ridiculous, maybe even wild. Repeated thoughts and actions stall. In reality, it's inaction I'm about to fall. Fire, burning flames. 3 Soul torn, but yearning for more. My eyes are fixated, but I'm still not situated. I'm not stable for this kind of pull. Oh man, what a true fool again. Ignore, deny, but my lies can't hide. I'm tired but inspired. All mixed inside. It boggles me how I can be so The doors should close, yet they remain open. I ask, why must the universe think I'm this chosen? Instead, I'm broken These wild temptations are just fascinations. The ego is loud and often too proud. Consciousness waits as the soul brings lessons that evoke fate. My destiny is to be wrapped up as one. I'm scared of the truth; there is nothing to hold on to. Am I just doomed? This destiny is not fair to me. Why do I feel these forbidden feelings are unfair and an absolute curse? Here I am running again. I won't give in. Deny, deny, deny I'm not so foolish again. Meditate to forsake. Clear the mind again. So I'll repent again, even though no real was committed. Cherish the day? No, forsake the day. Forsake these feelings rushing within me again. It isn't very sensible. It's all useless to experience. What lesson comes from this, but another hole in my soul? Why must I be presented with such false realities? It's a sick joke. I cherish these feelings but release thoughts that are forbidden. Let me keep my peace of mind. I'll keep living and withholding what's inside.