Lost

I’m quite conflicted

You see, this goes against all I am.

But my desires override my senses,

Leaving me grasping at my lost sense of direction.

And so I sit and spin while my demons rejoice at their win.

Caught between the web of my fantasy

And what I know of reality, I stand confused.

Half of me wants to stay the course,

The other is ready to give in.

So the question I ask myself is

To what extent can I continue to give?

After all is said and done,

Can I live and let live?

Is this a quest for truth and growth?

Or is it about the attention I crave?

What is the damage, what will be my cost?

And why must I continue to spin

In this never ending web, forever lost?