In a world where good
is not good enough
and perfection is an end
never quite attained

          I am trapped

between living
to love with my whole heart
and toiling
in pursuit of alleged personal gain

To madness
the mind will be driven
that pursues 
the impossible feat

          For it is trapped

by a vicious, 
insatiable thirst
for an end
which man cannot achieve

I have followed
the paths of these mad minds
for as long
as my memory recalls

          And I'm trapped

your increasingly high expectations
and a desire
to abandon it all


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