Fragments

Dust yet to settle, though it begins, intertwined lines pass your sight. Lay me to rest within. Soak up your mind, impatient, pour another glass of wine, dampen the senses. Cannot trust oneself, path laid out! Blatantly easy, roll of the eyes. "You're getting tired of me." This I should have seen, "Not enough of spice?" Just ain't getting it, am I? Show me what you want me to see? How far can I be allowed to go? Too many questions I know. Rip out my chest! Dying progress, Far from your perspective! Shouting from my corner, cursing, "One couldn't of done anymore!" Elegant clock on the wall following my every step, scanners in the shadows, "Yes, this is me!" Bursting bubbles, I know what works, just as you do, heeding given advice that fails to connect one certain circle, different path of time. Only metaphorically speaking, there is no such thing as level, especially in those eyes.