I Wish I Could Fly

I Wish I Could Fly

I am lonely

I feel unloved, unappreciated
But I guess I am not real so this probably does not matter

There is but little peace

No matter what I do there will be hell to pay
Vigilance yields little recompense

The doom of oppression and inadequacy hangs over like a cloud

There is no escape
Resistance is futile
What to do
I know not

I lose and that is that is that

Prison is life is prison
Poison is strife is poison

I wonder what is real compassion

Caring for another, a bother?
Caring for an enemy without enmity?
Seeing beyond emotions and the foul words begotten
Impenetrable fortresses forgotten

What is love and what is union?

What is fair? This?
It does not feel fair nor reasonable
What wrongs have I done?
Perpetual criminality appears my fate
There is no hero here, only this vile villain

Pleasure is deplorably splattered

On all our hopes and desires
Happy not happy, even if it mattered
We would still be partial liars
For we are pinned between word-name-notions and feeling potions
Life long scryers

I am lonely and wandering why and wandering what if and

Wandering if there are worlds beyond this one

And yet I have these promises to keep

And no where to go before I sleep