In the hall of mirrors
I see myself
Twisted and tainted
A cruel distortion of who I want to be
The mist of life clouds my mind
Lost and found is always to be
Decisions dilemma
It is a monotone spectrum
Black and white merge
Leaving me with shades of grey
My way is random
Challenging adversity
Out of step out of line
I must pace myself
Keep in check the sometime spontaneity
That urgent need to show my will
The quickening of rage
I am nothing if not a fool
Rushing in
Chasing shadows
Forgetting who I think I am
It’s too easy to be instantly wrong
I can’t live in denial
Keeping it in
Waiting and worrying
Pain me much
Time is so unforgiving
Regret lingers
Listless
It is a dark time
When the day is done
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