Caught Thought

Approached by details too easily ignored.
Peeling my skin off as I think about the laundry to do.
Can’t I just be the alone passerby, when it's time to shut off what’s around me.

Guilt keeps weighing me down like an anchor, as I stray from the people in my life.
They question, wondering where the brighter man went.
When I've been right here--just not the way that you would like.
I'm pinned in a corner where it's hard to say no.
Let me go. I’ve got to go. I need to go to the places that make sense.
Call me cold-hearted if that’s what will make you feel good.

I digest this depression, the pain of tortured souls.
A seeker I am.
Remaining this way ‘till the spirits say I'm done.
Untill then I don't care that I'm unable to realize the selfishness that’s injected to my very bone.
A seeker I am.

"Hide he's here, that monster of a man."
"He just left in the middle of my very ‘important’ conversation.
"That must mean he doesn't care."
When the spirits beg to differ:
"A seeker he is"
"For his deeds are backed by us."