"I used to think I was interesting"

I think I'm not understood, I don't always explain myself, not sure if I could
and if everything between is empty, and all this is a trick of the eye

what is it I see
how to overcome all this
me, what do I want

what can I leave and what do I need

Colors are blended
Until all definition
Ceases, leaving me

Blind, I crawl forward
I think so I do not know
Zen is too near death

My body desires the chaos
That my soul longs to shed
Keep me together

I had a dream, built on places I had grown in

when I tried to write it
it was shuffled away, out of my control
now I'm afraid to write it a second time

When I let myself love you wholly, I find it's that much easier to love everyone else

It's not that I can't

It's just that I've been trying so very hard not to

And now,
I don't know any more

Farewell, Vanity Fair

Alas,

I am the bigger fool
through my own pride
and with fear
I bled myself
where it could not reach the ground

But, pray you, leave me not
for it is yet a tear

Where Is This Coming From?

There are things I can't forget

But, there is even more I can't remember