He was running...trying to find strength in weaknesses,
search for something that could only become limitless,
hiding in the darkness exposing all his blemishes,
fighting for the clarity of sobrieties whispered promises...
He was becoming...applying the Truth of Life's Lessons,
grasping at the feelings that swallow up depression,
smiling even when the fight is futile and he's guessing,
blaming the Here because the Now isn't confessing.
He was waking...the mask had fallen peeled off empty,
blinded by the arrogance, the treachery and beauty,
confined by the addiction, the friction and cruelty,
letting go of self-inflicted perceptions disrupting the continuity.
He continued...condoned the condition & added up the diction,
crippled the afflictions after rolling dice with deaths kissing,
listened to his heart to make shadows turn to shifting,
an animal turned man when God wasn't looking...