Deprivation. 

I am perpetually exhausted
in this current skin. 
Good at what I do, yes,
but exhausted. 

It’s perfectionism to a sense
but without all of the
unnecessary habitual
chains. 

They say this is supposed 
to get better,
the older you get. 
You’re supposed to find 
your clarity. 

And I do think I’ve found it,
it just,
doesn’t lie on this plane 
of existence. 

It’s just not to your sense of
the world. 
And I’ve not enough patience
to explain it.

All I can really do is tell you
I want to go home. 

B

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