Nigh

Angst ridden,
I consider my own random repression,
Needless,
And for what,
To please masters never pleased,
For grist that never satisfies,
Transparent,
I reveal more in a minute,
Than a lifetime of unsatisfying or fulfilling work,
Wouldn’t you agree?

The road to my recovery,
Twists and turns,
Pushes and pulls me in directions,
I’d never imagined,
Much less considered,
As I realize the value of a system,
That could never be,
Leaving me,
Lost and found,
In stoic consideration,
Philosophy be damned,
My time,
Is nigh.

SDM