Syndicated Reality

I know, I think, I feel, but what can I do?
I speak, I try, I fall, but is that a fault?
I smile, I laugh, I dance, but why do I falter?

The truth, the lies, the incessant cries…
Echoes in distant decibels in my mind.
Enough said, enough done, enough thought…
But enough is never enough…

More than enough is never enough.
Wants, needs, whims, creeds…
A lifestyle of unsatisfactory deeds.
Drain, feign, strain…the incumbent circumstance.

Beauty…a syndicated vitality.
Loyalty…a syndicated sanctuary.
Love…a syndicated casualty.
Where do I belong…why does fate prolong?

I think I know…
But I know nothing at all.
I drive myself to recklessness…
Not caring, not sharing, just staring…

Into a subterranean void.
It seduces me to nothingness.
Rather feel nothing, numb, dumb…
Than foolish, suicidal, insane.

Shhh! Shut up! I need to work here!
Can’t concentrate, deliberate, cooperate…I fear!
Come here…let me tell you a secret.
Hold me, mould me, scold me, tease me, abuse me…

Make me believe…a syndicated truth.
Make me hope…for a syndicated tomorrow.
My heart bleeds…for a syndicated reality.