You Get So Alone at Times
The world is so vast-- one must journey to find a hole to rest in; yet there exists no hole wide enough to give my heart a place to rest. I find myself digging holes in my brain, stumbling among the countless ditches. It is a wild beast-- chasing after me. It plows down-- the fortress I've built. I fall perpetually down the pits I create. Disillusionment manifests in their steep embrace . Who am I, to have fallen into such a trap? For when you think-- you are able to rest, a wild beast strikes-- plundering your fortress.