[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

An Obsession

Every day, we obsess
Every day, we assess

Every day, we crave, but know not our starvation
Every day, we despair, but cannot understand our dilapidation

Every day, we search, through a metropolis to big to understand
Every day, we scour it, for the golden truth of the grand

Weeks past, we have found less then nothing
Weeks past, we think ourselves disgusting

Months past, we fall into the misty, grey pit
Of wanting something uncontrollably, not understanding how to get it

What we search for is point of this confusing reality
What to fall back on, when we have no vitality

Fantasies and beliefs provide structures many deny
But when years have past, you'll realise all 'truth' is a lie

For the point of life is quite easy visualise
No challenges or obsessions, just purity, till the day you die.

Visualization seldom becomes reality, and we filch away from the wind
The inner workings of life, the wind that cools and singes

Will you keep searching, for years until happiness has been lost?
Or will you let go and sway in the wind, whatever the cost?