Dancing in the moonlight as my soul forgets all of my troubles, lost in this bliss I called a dream only to start over once agian, a repeating pattern lost among the labyrinth thoughts,
Your mind an endless corridor of doubt.
It seems simple to agree with many strangers as these false answers to the arisen questions lie about what this state of mind truly is, even though they are pleasent to know and continue this dream, the more I listen the deeper I fall into the abyss of failure.
Why continue to do for others in kindness and generosity when I know they will never return unto me the same curtsy, as they know I do things in good faith and never expect back, unconditionally.
They abuse it continuesly, and in the end I am left with nothing, but anger and frustration.
So I hold back my temper and bite my tongue once more, and use it to assist me carry on with my life tasks, Infinite.