Less action, more satisfaction.
Deviate from the plan of action.
Looming, grooming my behavior.
Pleasure is my savior and that I might say,
Over any of these things, Not my goals not my dreams.
The unconscious king.
Drawing me in, again. A product of my sins, ruling me and my twin.
Here we go again.
Cursing at my duality. Anything but face reality. A slave to externality.
And I didn't even notice, because I lost focus
Copyright © Marcus Lattimore | Year Posted 2020
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