Poetry: Symmetry and Reflections

Along The Precipice

I wander on the precipice
where apathy meets self-preservation,
seeking out what I may never find
and more unsure of my motivation,
seeing yesterdays to be sure my tomorrow
can't shake this waking doubt
feeling I'd waste what little water I have
to survive this arid drought.

As much as I try not to care
and keep disappointment far away,
my directions slowly guide me to swim
but I know I'll drown in this guillable bay
so now I'm done with it
how I'm so DONE with this,
so why do I again tease myself,
leaning over again this precipice?

Thinking and mulling over and over
who that I'll be with next,
please give me a match to light these white candles
to ward off this accursed vex,
if only I could escape for a while
the idea of having this counterpart,
but wherever I go, I find no exit
our society this plays an integral part

I just wish someone or something
would just finally push me off,
so at least I'd have made some final decision
because all i can do now is doubt and scoff,
all attempts have fallen short
and only makes me question myself,
some days I'd rather choose infinite singleness
to put these nagging thoughts away on a shelf.

I hate to keep walking this thin line
especially with no prospects on horizon,
I'm done with games, and I've got no clue
to solve some mystery where I must find them,
free my mind from this strange cage
or at least take it down to some lower degree,
so that i don't feel that i need this thing
and focus on it for my own validity.