Garbage Post: Modest Cognitive Factors

I can’t fall into self-pity and violently kick feet because I know better than to make a scene before the sky.

Maybe I’ll go outside and walk into an empty field at night without clinging to anyone I know as I’m tired of being up then suddenly falling down.

Looking up, frustrated, with myself, asking what I’m doing.

What am I doing and where am I headed?

Are all my efforts wind I’ve been deceived into believing tamed in agreement somehow with what I do?

Better not complain because I was poor without anything and it’s a promise when I die nothing will follow with me to judgment.

I don’t know what to say,

Don’t know what to do,

Feeling like the dumbest fool,

And maybe everyone I love is a distraction,

Maybe I’m sinking unaware of what I’m lacking besides a floating device,

Maybe I’m falling for the enemy’s lies,

Maybe this is how cursed men die.

Spinning around all-day dizzy and confused unable to stay stable tonight,

Honestly I don’t know what I want and please don’t ask what I expect.

I am empty,

I am naked,

I am stripped,

All is bare.

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