The Pursuit
by lauren white
Colours artificial.
Awake but not alive.
Every smile superficial.
No reason to survive.
My heart a ticking clock.
You're a nervous wreck.
It's nearly twelve o'clock.
Your fingertips across my neck.
Pull yourself away.
Can't put yourself together.
Could never find the way.
One to many storms to weather.
I'm sure she'll learn the hard way.
I'm sure you'll teach her all you know.
You never have much to say,
until you've lost your room to grow.
I know I'm a lost cause.
Doomed to rewrite cliche lines.
Rip myself apart, my flaws.
Over estimated the signs.
To wait is wasted time,
but to give up is wasted soul.
I'll get hurt but I'll still climb,
all sweat but no real goal.
Passion shows destination.
Happiness will get you there.
Enough with tired conversation,
free fall. Rebel with air.
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