In the pursuit of happiness, there is only the acclimations of pain and suffering, and passion periodically precedes perversion, albeit catalysts for one another. The heart of Orpheus whine and bleat to the sonic dissonance of temptation, dancing to its choreography; the soul eventually chases the echoes of their sentiments like whispers of manifestations, bringing me to turn my head to look back when all there should be is forward. In my apotheosis I finally awake - my demons in constant seek for control, deified by the societal normality of their presence. And in the end, once I turn forward once more - all I see are my hopes and dreams vanishing, & I wonder why I've lost everything I've built up to earning.

That's because it was me who chose to go down this road - they simply spoke it into existence.

It's only one of the many reasons to focus on yourself.