imposable disdecision

Self induced euphoria
And this time I know
It's not the drugs
With or without you
I will make a choice

Just shy of another year
Of my life and in one night
And the next twenty-four hours
It's like my eyes have changed
Ironically my sight is off balance
By light years yet I see all
The same things but from a polar
Opposite vantage
Point

I've not moved an inch
But it seems for months
My gaze has been wandering
Upon its return, I find
This horse in my pasture
Was indeed a mule the [w]hole
Time

Fuck I'm so oblivious
This time I'm just furious
Communication will be underway
Just as such so will the tidal wave

Whatever beauty instilled
Was fucking false advertisement