Perhaps will I persuade progression today?
To forget about the nagging responsibilities,
Which perch upon my shoulder and whisper into my ears.
Yet the voice of my heart no one hears.
The sweet serenity of silence I sacrifice,
Just to see the foundation of the building collapse.
The walls that lay in crumbling pieces scattered.
No arrangement can fit them perfectly together again; entropy
The mirror is overwhelmed with clinging distractions,
Another step away from my asylum, away from the light,
Everyone looks the same in the dark.