Finding Equilibrium Through the Depths of Solitude

Socially unorganized, I place critics down a size Standing with preferred confidence gave me insight Partially adapted from the root of fear I sometimes hear my inner voice remarking that my time is near Position to overcome challenging courses By altering our contained nature to make stronger choices Often at the mill I witness the loud of noises I either adjust or continue breathing in the poison and drown in my salty ocean Maybe tears can be manufactured through happy times Is it weird I fake my laughter through your own surprises Some may question my ability to think and process I reveal the sources to my brightened conscience Assemble the many gears we set in stone Ever wonder what's it's like to be thrown? My past creates a memory lane for me to see I rather improve my empathy willing to still believe In love with a spirit because I glance swiftly while there is no in sight Passport to find true family as I hunch over my seat, in hopes to discover actual happiness during a safe flight