Sadness

Sadness is a constant, considering your expectations

You want it to evacuate but it refuses to abandon ship

To the great beyond, yea, is where the mind belongs

To be challenged by the freedom to think where it's not wrong.

There is no more thought police, but your mind will play tricks

It blows these clouds away just to bring in fog next

This overthinking ritual will refuse to go away

For as long as I live, I exist in disarray.

I swear unto the goddess, and to the gods who hear my thoughts

That one day they will be free, their disagreeance I hope not.

Love is inconceivable to these fields that everlast

A knee-jerk scorched Earth tries to erase a bitter past.

A vulnerable daydream becomes a distrustful nightmare

A secret that's gone out, like the flames I could create.

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