Stuck

Find your circumspect antics etched into flesh.
Another night gone as the headlights reflect.
More than manage to analyse where you fell.
After the over came the descent into a spell.
Swallowed by moments that never were your own.
Too late is here and its demanding its toll.

Parasitic inventions draped into new old tensions.
Yellow turns to blue just to get away from you.
With a head full of lies and a belly running dry.
Here is where you stand as you cross a line.
Reading only that which suits your angle.
Every act you perform ends in a tangle.

Open heart tension handed down at half nine.
Your hands still pulling on that dead grey vine.
Hoping to change what you set in hewn stone.
Shattering this realm leaving each of us alone.
Wrangle that which does not sit to your pleasure.
Forever caught in this web of dissatisfaction.