Doubtful thoughts,
When all is blurry
Desperate moves,
When all is about to align.
Everything else has a stenchy ring on them.
Unreal and manipulative,
Is how life has turned to,
Each moment it get plugged and rugged,
By a hidden force that is merged,
To derail the effort drove towards it.
Feeling weary behaviors,
About power of conjuring reality into fantasy,
But the intensity to enable the transition,
Lies about and around your subconscious,
And posterior view is always on grind to sustain.
The mind attracted to pressure,
Always steering on course and forward.
The body attracted to pleasure,
The allure inspire a drift on the course.
With no recollections of what the journey ahead,
If it will drive the wedge between the beginning and the end.
©hushdarlin
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