Echos needling in my ears,
Moments missed and stumbling fears.
I seem to have misplaced my sense,
Got lost in dreams of dwindling pretense.
This constant noise that’s seeping in,
Has me going nuts again.
I can’t ignore the judgments made,
The constant berating of plans mislaid.
Re-evaluating my need to be right,
Looking around the end is in sight.
I won’t cave to this chaos that creeps to displace,
The years that I have spent trying to embrace.
Existential realities of my own making,
I refuse to give up, they remain mine upon waking.