Leave Yourself To You

Sometimes let the sloth take over your years of perseverance. Leave the blinds as they are, with a slit in-between them, left open like an undressed wound for the outsiders to peak in. Sometimes let the youth decay under your skin. Surrender yourself under nature's conservatism and pause chasing the lively perpetual glow. How austere can this abyss actually be, if my ardent powers could hold my conscience under control, and all it can do is drown me? If this home is my sole identity then I have failed to understand myself for an eternity, at end nothing matters as such, so don't think much of what you have done, don't think much of what you need to do. Sometimes let destiny get the taste of victory, and you leave yourself to you.