Most Fall.

Too much digital input to take.

Not sure when asleep, if really awake.

Dark circles encircling my circles of view.

Aiming for Neptune, but hitting the moon.

Pushing down pain that never let go.

Pulling up daydreams, still full of young hope.

Wishing still one day I’ll drink from the grail.

Yet knowing that day has long since set sail.

A young man’s game, the rules I still seek.

A lifetime’s rainbows chased, no tongue and no cheek.

I’d smile if you felt me, I’d like for a like.

I’d open my heart again, and hand you the knife.

Yet no, it’s not all such doom.

Yet empty vapours, I mostly consume.

Hunting down something, a feeling long gone.

Ripping at veils hiding the one...

True meaning;

There is no mean thing.

Just people and power, poverty and prosperity.

Imposing fear lost from wishful,

Youth and it’s lies, parental disguise.

Mistrust of it all.

Some rise, most fall.