Sideways balance

When the world I see seems to cease believing simple magic, like chaos' necessity.

My insides vibrate to unravel with far sighted tools of complexity.

A mindless simple matter of the guts gears churning.

Fear and pity dwell and try to ember passion burning.

From the wrong place as in before, never seems the same.

The momentous presence like de ja vu, relative of a more underground guarded fame.

Feeding the angst and summoning nothing, but which I run from anyway.

Seems repetition is mechanic and boring, yet far I never seem to stray.

Wanting more from what I have, nothing more than what I had.

a goal in-between seeing and being the patterns, finally to be mad.

Come back I beckon, for change, I found only the same I tend to rearrange.

Here and then, in a chase, Seeking blind in a world that sees from an always before type of place.

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