Myopic dreams and impulsive actions
tear at my rational mind.
A buffet of lies and indiscretions
sit on my plate
too much to swallow
at one time.
How shallow a dreamer
too blind to see the answer,
so easily seen by others.
Wallow now in your own creation
and feel one last kiss
upon your weary lips,
where lies grow like tares.
Feel the unnecessary shackles
of aloneness
and know that I am free.