it is in my nature to keeping pressing on
even if the air won't part and let me through
futile for getting anywhere
but not for strengthening the muscles until they shred
it is in my nature to not understand
the meaning of stillness and peace
when such instants happen when I'm exhausted
and my numbness is my imagined zen purge
it is in my nature to be unnatural
type A titivation hiding in type B lassitude
and wondering why my happiness is contingent
on disappointment...the excuse for failure
as it is my nature to imagine all that is
lost around the edge of my focus...
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