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.
David S. Wisener 