Whatever Consumes Me

Whatever consumes me, let it consume me faster.

So that I don’t have to look back, but still come back after.

For I need to see the end result, clear and unobstructed,

But how can I, if my mind by dreams is constructed?

I cannot see the green light at the end,

I only see gold and good descend.

I draw figures to wrap myself around,

Only to find that I am so lost, not found.

Numerically speaking, I should know my course.

But even I can’t chase rivers to their source.

Foolish tricks I play on myself, just to know a fool.

But let’s be honest: who’s the real tool?

Whatever consumes me, let it consume me faster.

For if my stars are alight, then I hope to see them after.

But what after do I intend to define?

I don’t really, I suppose I’ll just draw a line.

Maybe that wouldn’t be so hard to read.

Maybe that’ll finally give me a lead.

I don’t know where I’m going.

I’m slipping and falling.

Hurry back.

The pattern is showing.