Reflections on Milkweed

once again i am riddled with the task of peretrobating my thoughts back to the foundation / in which my paranoia was forged / so i long the thoughts of end solely secluded / it's a lie / to each his own...to each his own / or so I’ve been told / along the scenes past / a journey never ending / this tiresome moment annulled / why then...i have massed beliefs and opinions that do not come from my mind, my soul or heart? / courage and strength are shields of which ive never bore in the battle of wills and might’s of mortal men / coming down...so content with delirium in the fetal position / I’ve lost my will to fight, drained my will to live / die before my time / sink slowly / i will rise, sinking / i will never travel brandishing a sharp tongue at a fear piercing my own heart / a glimpse of motion...a glimpse of motion / that i perceived / that i perceived / a glimpse of motion / a glimpse of motion / that i perceived / that i perceived / ? in journey / ... / ?