Passing relief
I don’t want you
Stay up on you pedestals
Of past passions
No equilibrium
What is down
Supplementary tears
Comprehending this reality
False redeemer
Architect of your feign world
Eyes absent of genuineness
Towering over the clouds that conceal realism
No vocation for individuals like me
Can’t be concerned about myself
But can’t constantly be helping others
Nobody to grasp
A set of stairs
To be stepped on
Don’t respect the grain of the wood
Or the exertion it took to be at hand
Deserted
Always delimited by the people I don’t want to be
Not alone but disregarded
Never there yet closer then ever
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