Right In Front Of Your...

I gaze upon the world insanely
Drowned out from open views down off of mainstreaming
Dali-esque faces
Deliquesce
Run away inhibited mechanisms time never explains
Intricately woven into claustrophobic spaces
They bleach the fabric of essence
With cancerous refrain

No more diluting
Integrate acclimated solutions
Everything has grown grieving
Ongoing grey
Where does it all make sense at the end
Who's here
No meandering
Nobody's here
Stay
Why am I here then
To wonder what is the meaning more than
To wonder what it instills in them

When everything ceases to be hypothetically diligent
There is nothing left to believe in

The answer may yet kill human illusions