There’s a basket somewhere
Of grudges and discontent; of failed causes and lost dreams
Of a dark veil that can cover all that’s light anytime…
I’ve found a lid for that basket
Temporary but tightly shut
I’m sitting on that lid too
Cautious of my tenuous perch
Trying my best not to move
Lest I let out all that’s dark
And shut out the light again

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Gave in again
Because I have to
There are too many things complexly bound by us and to us;
Like tangled headphone wires;
That take so much effort to unravel
And you decide the effort isn’t worth the pain…