It's easy to slip away you know,
Pretending not knowing things you know
Eventually it all catches up
Right at the corner you are to usurp
Your conscience eating away at you
No matter how beautifull, gross is the view
What of fine details
Misplaced spices and the self aimed hails?

People assuming it's easy to be you
Only you know the war within you
A smile, a lie too deep
Darkness in the run-up to seep
Where u going?
All this toying...
For what exactly?
Something more that is less
Infinitesimal, in truth to confess
Truth, is
The guilt
The pain
The loss
The betrayal
After the repeated, imprinted belief
Of the far as near relief
Why, though this tragedy?
Unneeded wants yet unwanted needs?
This near as far parody
Dreaming of life with no seeds?