entropic

Nearing what endings may appear,
So close, within reach but far instead,
A passion feast so crisp and clear,
A wasteland creeps upon it's heels.

Try for myself and try for others,
It all seems good and for a time,
Everything's smooth as baby blubber,
Then crumbles right on top of mine.

Is this my fate?
Is this my curse?
When I try good things seem the worse,
When I feel great and close to free,
Why does it all fall down on me?
WHY DOES IT ALL FALL DOWN ON ME?

When I crack and go for delf,
And things seem going smooth indeed,
The pulling grips of fates five phantoms,
Hook into the mind of thee,
Begging to look beyond the chasm,
Urging to help someone instead.

Then back I go and for a while,
All is well in demonshire,
Then 1-2-3 it's like electric
dominoes appear to me,
Popping up like sprouted grains,
Then hacked down like a withered tree.

There are no answers I can find,
To all the questions that I ask,
But pressure builds upon my spine,
For each and every single task,

How much more can one such take,
How much more can one such mask,
How much more can one such beg,
How much more can one such wait,

For peace upon this beaten path.