Clawing at my sanctity
By subduing this fragile mind
It's a slow crawl

Itching to mean more
Just to watch me fall
And then we find that
False illusions frame this state

Calling to mean less
Less bound by fate
More tied to lust
A trivia mood test
Just to see where you stand
Or do you fall for nothing?

Eye choose to be a
Mountain in this stream
Savoring every single taste
Yet lay waste
Some flavor of green