Ode To Me

Who am I to be different or better

Seeking something that can't be found

Failure runs in my veins

Like rushing white waters

Progress is out of the question

I cannot be saved from destruction

Nor be lead to such a point

Living life of irony

Stuck in a never ending maze

Swimming in the absents of notice

My presence invisible to all

My purpose made to none

Pain is only a minor problem

The non-existence of feeling hurts more

No hole in the system of repeating

Far less chance to proceed