Frustrating Ends
Drifting minds of preset situations doing
lost time in a self confined institute of corrections
Trying with what's left of life, then finding out
I'm losing touch with myself, losing love with
family & friends, giving up on reality. Not
knowing where it all ends or begins, then
some how it pretends to be insanity, just
posing as what's known as frustrating ends.
Running in & out of faces,getting caught up in
strange places with people I never met before,
hoping to arrive in time for what I don't know, as
long as I'm recognized by someone whose alive.
I try pacifying my time with some type of line
that I can't even write or a clock I can't unwind.
Hoping to turn it all around, then find I'm not
losing my mind. It's this state of frustration
bringing on the signs of confusion without
hesitation or literation as to why, it's driving me
mad, causing me to hold onto what little memories
I have of, what was once a good life. I had or still do have.
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