Same Ol'

This existence is encumbrance manifest, The tedious repetition of cause and infect. Each passing second of every passing day is an unwelcoming reminder of my will to misbehave. Substance is not sustenance, Yet it feeds on my insides like a parasite. My fervent search for paradise was my best attempt to compromise the vessel in which my soul resides. There's no daily reprieve This intemperance mocks me, eradicating reason. I thrive within the grey, Indifference enthrals me, deracinating season. This way it's all the same. If you're trying not to care it means you still care enough to try. Immoderation is not a virtue, although we hold it so. Over-indulgence will hurt you, you can't forget the things that you dont know. Self does not exist amongst the pressure of flipping through another's mistakes, like a deck of cards in a losing game, as if they were the only choices that we had left to make. Substance is not sustenance, Same Ol'.