Möbius

This is a humbling place to be
Where I’m stripped of all pretensions
Even the self-fabricated ones I use to placate myself

Caught between confusion, chaos and nihilism
Bitterness feels like it’s boring
Numb beyond numb, but that’s only on the surface

I have no hopes left but You, and by that I mean
I’m faced with walls wherever I turn, so that
It has to be You for breakthrough to come

But I don’t really trust You to break any cycles
As it feels like I’ve been riding this same carousel
Forever.

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