Among the busyness all around
I feel myself begin to slip
Into a world that easily consumes me
Clenching with an ironclad grip
It knows my name and draws me close
Promising my heart every great wealth
And hope of fulfilling my insatiable needs
Yet, infallible at leaving me empty of self
No one person could ever vanquish such a power
Vicious cycles lead me round and round
Even when calling upon my own inner strength
I find myself crashing to the ground
Desperately trying to expose the demons of my plight
Hoping to diminish the wicked darkness within
Praying for a resurgence of my innermost light
Only to come full circle and wear the same mask all over again