It's hard to be alone
Unless surrounded by a room full of people holding their breath
You can't call a question a friend
Trust can mean many things
Truth can wear many rings
The ground grunts as I walk
This weight isn't easy to support
Tell me the point
Tell me this guilt is real
It feels real
Tell me the fragrance of failure
Could've turned to the scent of success
If only I had drawn more isosceles triangles
Is the point to do your best?
Importance lies in the reason
For the beauty of it?
Stop fooling the man enjoying his coffee
There's motive
But can significance be the intellect of action?
Either foolishly seek that which will end
Or please the powers that infinitely begin
We're living in inegrity's paradox