Undeveloped

I've learned when you ponder, it disappears the ruminations and consequence it is like the question fails to exist dust in the wind, fog in our mist the editing, spliced, on the dark room floor contorted images, a mask of horror I would have settled once, but now I need more it stays undeveloped, locked in a drawer I tried to run, but could never hide as all I feel explodes from inside you see it all and let it slide a few little lies and a compromise my spirit leaves as the battle rages you've read the book, studied the pages a twelve step program, designed in stages the truth always wins, and has for ages