I tire from the constant need to advance, as if what I'm doing isn't already enough
I tire from the mixed reactions and the unknown feelings, as if what I'm doing is wrong
I'm not sure how I can allow such thoughts to ferment and curdle
Curdle into milk so fine that it continues until it's rotten and spoiled
I've been here before and at times I think I'm past it but other times I'm reminded I have a long way to go
I wish I could grasp it fully, to forget that things take time. Am I not past it? I simply desire to continue on
But to continue on means to continue on, and while the tenacity is commendable, I'm quite tired of doing it so
Still, one day my bones will be worn and weary, and time will no longer be by my side, so I must move on while I still can
Keep moving on, allow the emotions to fulfill and disdain me, allow the feelings to enlighten and weaken
The energy I give is the energy I receive, and I’m an exploding star