To what do I owe the pleasure?
Just another emotion out of reach.
Not a poke or prod but a blind stumbling
into what can only lead into a definite downward spiral.
Looking for something that not only can't be found
but also does not exist,
only trying to reach the bar set by those who love you.
While in reality not only have you set it yourself?
But it is you pushing it higher.
Still searching, continuously searching,
for a new cause, new perspective and new angle.
But what is there to find when your back is still turned on yourself?
I owe the pleasure of repetition to me alone.

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