Searching for inspiration in all the wrong places
Familiar empty corners filled with foreign faces
Surfacing with nothing left but emptiness
Lack of consistency is to blame
Once again, for these indefinite failures
A numb feeling we’ve grown so accustomed to
I’ve begun to recognize, welcoming the pain
Accumulating so heavy beneath this concealing shell
Which hides and will disguise with each day in your absence
But yet again I will fall, as I fail to compromise
