The Struggle

Every now and then I take some time to unwind,
Sit back to realize and analyze the thoughts in my mind,
So life doesn't pass me by,
I try to find a place to roam,
What was mine was erased and gone,
I've been torn, misplaced, tossed and thrown,
Lost my home, only my thoughts I own,
But my faults have grown, to a new proportion,
And now deep inside I'm full of distortion,
So I take my life and pull it back on course and,
Force it in a deep direction, and I seek perfection,
But I keep perplexing, until my life is pulled apart and dissected,
Just to be inspected and put back together corrected,
The way I expected, but I never realized what is affected by these curses,
And I never see what lies directly beneath the surface,
Sadness, delusion, pain and confusion,
My whole life is enticed by my own illusions,
My thoughts were separated like fusion,
So I fought and created what I was losing,
Drive and determination were lost in my relations,
And what I was facing was the deterioration of patience,
My mind was pacing and racing, but I found a way to retain what I lost,
Could never explain what it cost,
Minimized the pain that it caused,
And my brain was just off,
Nearly went insane and just crossed,
Almost slipped away but I caught,
Myself, and I walked through hell, and returned,
Took it as a lesson learned and dealt,
And through this lightning I felt,
I figured it out, I was fighting myself.

Written by Mike Taylor