Unfair Contention

It must be difficult

A constant conflict between prevailing self and hopeful expression

A battle between your present actions and your deepest desires

 

Practicing detachment and evolving into an isolation connoisseur

Caving inwards and raising barriers

Withdrawing into the confines of your own consciousness

Further segregated by bricks and wooden walls

 

Even though your soul yearns for more

Your eyes fixated on the door, attempting to drum up the courage to escape

Craving touch, longing for connection

Missing the midnight drives with fingers interlocked

Where a warm smile steals the moment, but a passionate kiss seals the day

 

But into the memory bank it currently goes

Eventually to be replaced

Unless self and expression can freely combine

Unless actions and desires coalesce and harmonize

Unless, that is, you give you a chance.