i thought i sought no return – i was wrong

31 Aug

every mistake i can make

i make it

every mis-step i can take

i take it

every direction and back


hypocrisies, lies and double standards

i’ve dabbled

perfect moments

hellish days

true love

sex with forgotten names

ambitions call

suicidal aberration

yearning for what?

both confusing temptations

hope for a love

guiding light through haze

throw away everything

can it still lead my way?

far from course

a course no longer existing

return to the source

tomorrows persisting