Thoughts.

[xxxFRIARxxx]

Spinning my wheels, I'm blind to myself.
Lost in haze, I know no truth.
Honesty love and compassion my saviour.
A puzzle, something's missing.

Like friends, synapses click.
Weary from thought, I succumb to exaustion.
To analyze constantly brings only pain.
Nothing new to me.

Patterns emerge, thoughts continue.
Tourture awaits from revelations.
In the pain, I know a light.
Brighter than any I have known.

The answers bring only more questions.
Questions that need not be answered.
More interogation awaits to seek my answers.
Answers that don't matter.

To complete myself in such disaray
Would lead to further misguided attempts.
Maybe this is one of those times
When the only thing to do is wait for a different situation.

Circles.

 

[xxxFRIARxxx]

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[Siany]

I like the rythym in this piece - it flows very nicely.

To analyze constantly brings only pain.

^^^ I can realate to this alot. I find that if you think too much you only end up going round in vicious circles.

 

[xxxFRIARxxx]

That's why I wrote "circles" at the end of the piece. Thank you for your support.