I'm not sorry for me, but perhaps how I go about it

[donniedicuhardt]

When you push the world away
With Clear eyed intentions
Its supposed to bring you what you want
Right?
Not really.
It brings you to yourself
Yourself and who you choose to hide away with
Did you make a good choice? Yourself? Your someone
Do you find the high points
Or are you crawling along the bottom of every depth you can find
With zeal no less.
Hungry for every cathartic mess you can find
A personal Sickness that becomes glorified until you can feel the lines
The lines of the scorched emotion you constantly hold to the hot iron
For one more marking that’s a vain attempt at meaning
You’ll lose yourself
But how long till you find yourself, you will, you’ll have to
Find yourself becoming a decent person
Someone that can be looked back upon with a pleasant memory
Not some anal-retentive despot of cleanliness
Because you’re a conscious person and there’s too many people polluting happiness
So keep level shoulders,
…and somehow your head will manage to stay on its rocking post
Because that’s all there is
The game we play with ourselves
That’s all there is
It’s a big world
But that’s all there is