Potholes

I find we've all been torn asundred by words weighing hundreds
Left wondering at parallels amidst hells combusting this ghost in a shell
Vaporizing the hundreds overthrowing the slow going erosion
Simplistically I'm pissed at rejection and insensitive direction
What digs deeper, you're labelling the awake the sleeper
Like life is a self-terminating double feature
Lacking denial I yet find my temple defiled by our trials
What was whole in pieces, all the better for a fresh thesis
Kick the pebbles strewn from releases, processing these things
I wake yet from dreams unbecoming, visiting who was
Before our parting
I'd say who I know is long since dead despite past perceptions yet rattling in my head
As seasons our passing come and went
I own only feelings and believings
With alchemy to transform grieving into fuel to push past the thrashed scenery
I as many others find its worth the time to rest platitudes of mind
Guilty of observing the decline blind to the signs
Yet it's ironic I possessed the press, canvas and ink but didn't stop to think
Saw potholes and kinks from the drivers seat
They say it is pain to win or suffer defeat
One finds balance from super gluing feet to the cataclysmic meet and greet
Granted it merits malice and unrealistic challenge
Rewriting the chapters of one's atlas
Probably burned a few chapters in hindsight matching
Yeah the stage collapsed and I care not to track these to the last
Recited the encore to embarrassment and caught the brunt of it
Might need some censorship in future predicaments
Used the wrong head, common brain immigrant
But love is not to be behind enemy lines
It's to love the enemies inside and find solace redefined