The end comes quick...

Looking at all the wrong faces causes a frustration of misplacement. Creating a temperamental unrest within emotional replacements. Damn near everyone is not right for the situation for self to open up. As friends are limited to the time it takes to get to know trust. One, two, three n then the head shakes in disbelief. Thinking with the thought of where in the fuck is the release? To be freed by another to effortlessly. It's always short lived when other wanna know the inner makings of harmony. Protecting others who desires to get close enough to the fire. The end comes quick to dilute the feeling reaching for what grown tired. N the cycle continues to adjust a Lil bit more in between the transformation craving to find a place called home. Simply living in a mindset set out to be alone. Eyes aren't a thrill to gaze into. All that's ever seen is an empty voyage staring back as it's on the go. The seek of the will has no thrill to capture sights locked in. Nothing settles into the depths chuckling in the ribs. Hearts break softly before long term has a chance to cling. As it's for the better off of contentment easing into the leave. With a vague memory of a moment drifting  from side to side. Watching through the crowd to set who's who with the flow of the tide. With footprints in the sand that only last so long. To facial expressions losing interest once the lines become from the fog. In a guarded presence as if the sun refuses to shine. I'm theakings of life there's a wasting of time. Flipping with a flop from one luv'r to the next. Building a resistance buried deep in the cages chest. Wanting a certain kinda comfort to live out in the open as is. Many things go without saying or even touching the lips. Hiding the desperation leaking from a sacred insecurity on the move. Chasing away all that step into the circle of use. With a patience that fuels the beast to mingle with rotating moans. All put into a group set aside to get to a voice that needs no tone.