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Poor baby boy
Is that a negative spell?
Honing in like a loaded black cloud
Set to burst
Set to burst
Hang in there for just one minute while I trivialize
Your emotions, your motivations
Your hopes and your dreams

Staring at a blank slate
Reaching out for nothing
But cycling through the process
Consistently, obsessively

In an attempt to avoid
Any kind of forward motion
I wish I could tell you why

The procrastinator
It's far too easy to hide behind
Abundant distractions and
Coyly whittle away at the hours
With hollow preamble these days
Trade one uphill battle for another
Old injuries strain deep

Is this the point we're trying to make?So many blank pages, with so much more to take. Make a change, come back a new man, please.I cannot tell how much is real;where the act begins and this person ends.This is not a good place,I need to escape.You're going to continue enjoying this mistake with me. It's as much harsh as it is derivative; I've pressed my luck and I've fallen short. Held, mildly paralyzed, in this specific moment of self-doubt.I used to try to be someone; it's not the first time and certainly not the last - and I'll repeat myselflike some redundant iconoclast inconvenienced by your kindness.But let's just focus on who you're trying to impress. We owe you nothing, so stop trying to enjoy your life.

The odds are not in our favor
There's little hope left
What optimism existed has been strangled
To the very last breath
Shuddering on strangers' floors at 5 AM

But this won't end

I feel like something profound and meaningful
Should be espoused from this platform
Words wise beyond their years
A message of some purpose or consequence

There is nothing

I pretend to dig deep

I thought I'd learn
But I'm an idealist
I thought I'd wait
But I deserve it

How about we go out of our way to complicate the process?
There's a certain thrill to this strategy
No matter how idiotic it may seem

I'm not blaming her
Logic keeps me bound
Keeps the pieces in check

And every beginning
Has its orchestrated conclusion

This is a lack