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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