From this distance,
I see nothing but distance
Between my wants and my attainables.
In this instant,
I feel nothing but despair
Towards my hopes and the explainable.
In simplicity, lies impossibility,
Turning the simple into the unobtainable.
And in complexity, lies the reality
That all can be done and all are able.
But I stand paralyzed
Against my wants
As their simplicity turns to a toxin
That slowly kills me; that leisurely fills me
With the melancholy of not knowing
Where to start, or where to end,
Or what to do with all these wants;
Or how to feel, or what to dream,
Or if the simplicity is what actually taunts
My soul, my light, my spirit’s might,
And my desire to hope and want,
So death is sentenced
Upon all desire
Because despair is what life will grant.
So, by all means, desire;
Bloom your wants and watch them grow
Into toxic trees and poisoned leaves
That become you and your inner glow.
Your wants will change
Into complex games
That are attainable and bestowed upon.
Because simplicity is impossibility,
And the truth is cruel,
And all hope is gone.