Patternistic thoughts defeat me,
Sometimes it’s like a bad rerun,
The layers of narcissism and self absorbed residue thicken,
Boredom is just another reservation,
The worst part is………..
That I know what I’m doing,
Yet, I feel like all control has been abolished,
Locked away and run by remote control,
The thriving disease at the control panel,
Ironically,
Most of the time I don’t agree with the decisions,
But I go along anyway,
The division of the self takes it’s toll,
They say I’ve sparked an allergy,
Scratched an itch that I shouldn’t have scratched,
My disease and negative energy spreads through my family like a field of mines setting off,
One by one…….
One day a door will be provided,
All I have to do is open it and go through,
It seems like such a simple task,
But finding the key is never simple,
Heck, finding the keyhole is even more complex
I might just have to be shoved through that door,
God…………
I’m ready!
Wait……….
All I had to do was ask and you would be there?
Please push me through,
Please!
I have faith,
I can’t do this alone,
I’m scared!
But I trust you will know when the time is right,
………you always do.