Lasting

Lasting

Taken from a distance
Glances past and floating by
Noises in the background
Forsaken spirit pines

A market of emotions
The mood is sell, sell, sell
Hope swims among the bedlam
Diluted wishing well

Tragic desperation
But on the surface, stoic
The center of the universe
And anything but heroic

Risks a gentle exposure
Benediction by the crowd
Compromise a prophecy
Self-fulfillment’s out of bounds

Claims to be abandoned
Though equally to blame
Suffers from delusions
Had lost a loser’s game

They’re lasting impressions
Though intangible
Marks made on the surface
Preservation: the miracle

Static and lingering
Refuses any kind of change
Scoffs at growth and development
It’s here, right here, remain

I’m chilled, I can’t remember
The last time it was just me
So far gone, I’ve been denying
This existence and what it is to be.

It’s not like I’m unconscious
Nor so blind as not to see
I’ll admit we’re all united
Yet separate entities

And what of my resistance to
Individuality?
I’ll take what I was given
Embrace this identity