I trek on recondite avenues - yet again:
What do I do?
- Relinquish all,
Abandon the durable,
For bliss - of evanescent ilk;
For momentary hope.
Go West, go West - whenever in trouble.
Perchance, it will work - maybe this time.
Too many chimerical dryads - hallucinatory;
Too little time - tick-tock! tick-tock! - the hour draws nigh - that dreaded November.
Ivy League intoxication or Southern reverie.
- The sylph puncturing the core, in equal measure.
Do lawyers even dream? Or revel in crumbs of joy?
- I dare not - not again. Not one single chance;
Just look in the mirror - lyrical murder.
Soliloquy has never been so cathartic.
I vehemently disbelieve - it's for the best.
The towering armor, the iron-will -
Reason buttresses the very last bits
Of Humanity left.
Even the idiosyncrasy of expression torments me - I cannot convey
But fractional feeling.
Dendrites - ebony branches pulsate
Ounces of misery.
Feeling more potent than
Myriads of opiates.
Face the inevitable - perhaps.