Grey

Psychedelic

Patterns of life

Control

Cajoling my mind

Into unwanted

Alleys

Of common sense

Hidden detritus

Of broken hearts (Hah!)

Creates interference

One of these days…

I won’t.

Fallacy of truth

Escalating utter

Complete ruin.

Single-minded me

Running into mires

Of must and want

And maybe.

At war
Knowing and believing

Not nearly

The same

Yet, when being

Cannot distance

From survival

Head and heart

Agree to war

And have peace

In escape.