A mind forever struggling with the ironies of life
\nDisposes one towards cynicism, laziness and strife
\nThe likelihood of winning this unwinnable affair
\nDecreases with each day I spend delighting in despair<\/p>\n
The thought that choices made are choices permanent
\nBears heavy on my hopeful soul, causing great lament
\nTo live a life in parallel, with alter ego strong
\nEntices with the scent of joy, missing way too long<\/p>\n
I turn to this impossible, secondary me
\nWith it’s life of happiness that might not ever be
\nFor in this ghost of me that sometimes might meander
\nI see a glimpse of peacefulness in all its splendid candor<\/p>\n
My forlorn thoughts betray a life that sometimes is okay
\nBut settling is so hard to do when my heart begins to fray
\nWhat’s the point of tearing down what never can be torn
\nAnd mocking all the things I am that should be justly mourned<\/p>\n
I chose this life so long ago that reason starts to fade
\nReplaced by all the choices that I can’t believe I made
\nI own my past with all the weight of proper misery
\nAnd know that to survive I must consider what might be<\/p>\n
My writings beg forgiveness for the life I cannot lead
\nSuggesting that I might consider what I might now need
\nWhile no clear path arises fast from this inward turn
\nEventually I must decide the life for which I yearn<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A mind forever struggling with the ironies of life Disposes one towards cynicism, laziness and strife The likelihood of winning this unwinnable affair Decreases with each day I spend delighting in despair The thought that choices made are choices permanent Bears heavy on my hopeful soul, causing great lament To live a life in parallel, … Continue reading In Theory, With Luck<\/span>