Everyone is safe only in their graves

I am inconsiderate

I am unfulfilled

Im involuntarily running up this hill

There is nothing for me on the other side

But there is something in me that i cannot hide

What i think comes to me

From the deepest sadness

What i feel comes up

From the breathing darkness

I am indecisive

There is no conviction

That can let me down

In this world of friction

There is nothing for me to be late to

To relate to

Engrained within my psyche is a red garden

This revolving madness keeps me awake at night

Everyone is safe only in their graves

And everything is formed

Within this endless maze

Of falsities and atrocities

The endless small windows

Each holding uniqueness

In the building of the world

Slow movement in quickness

Experience and express

Give and receive

Create and contemplate

Think and speak

Feel and know

Safe or harmful

Weak and insightful

Wise and fulfilled

Intelligently fooled

Love and forgive

Cry and release

Hold in and increase

Pressure to drop

There is no last stop

And the first never arrived

For it always hides

In the mists cool and heavy

In the grip of the tides

Accept and embrace

Laugh and invite

Reject and be free

Suspect but don’t flee

Walk adamantly onwards

On course through the horrors

That wait in vanity

But grip us in piety

Close up and be warm

Open and fly

Let in and be shy

Don’t hold on to someone who longs to be high