Constant VigilanceStay under the radarand always out of sight.If you don't get noticed,then you just might be alright.Leave nothing unexamined,don't be taken by surpriseand never let the world seewhat hides under your disguise.
What Do You Know?Drunk on good intentionsand desperate to acton comforting presumptionstaken as fact.Ignoring all the detailsthat haven't come to lightbecause it should be obvious,because you know you're right.
Better Right? Than HappyI could do the "right" thingand finally caveor just continueto dig my own grave.An easy decision,or so it should be,and maybe it will beeventually,but right now there's simplyfar too much at stakeand I'm probably makinga fatal mistake,but better to stickwith the devil you knowthan to take any risksand potentially grow.
Can't Let It GoToo much time spent getting nowhere.No more patience left to spare.A wasted effort, best forgotten,but then why do I still care?
Convenient TruthStand tall, but not too proud.Speak up, but not too loud.Don't be afraid to be yourself,but only when allowed.Don't be an inconvenience.Try to stay out of the way,but when it's deemed appropriate,say what you have to say.
RecursionBen was awoken by a loud crackling noise. He sat up in bed, disoriented, and tried to figure out what could have caused the strange, but oddly familiar sound. Deciding that it must have been thunder, he stood up and walked toward the window. He peered through the blinds, to look for any other signs of a storm, but it was too dark to see anything.Turning back toward his bed, Ben began to feel the after-effect of the two glasses of water that he drank before going to bed. He walked out of his bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him to keep his cat, Lucy, from wandering in, and navigated the hallway in the dim light provided by a few night-lights that were plugged in just above the baseboard. Approaching the bathroom door, he noticed that it was slightly ajar and stopped short."I thought I closed that." Ben said to himself.Assuming that the door must not have latched properly, he proceeded into the room and did his business. While washing his hands, Ben looked in the mirror a
You Should Have KnownReality's cold intrusionupon a benign delusionleaves you struggling to copewith the absence of hopeand the onset of untold confusion.
Desperate TimesI'm out of desperate measuresand it's only just begun.Off to a running start,but now there's nowhere left to run.I need to catch my breath,but that's a risk I just can't take.There's so much ground to coverand still far too much at stake.
And AgainWhy do we keep doing thiswhen it always ends the same,with little more than spite, regretand a shifting sense of blame?We must find something betterthan this misplaced courtesy,but we'll likely just continuefor the sake of what could be.