The results are out.
Why do i even bother when it won't make any difference?
Yearning to help, but to no avail.
Seemingly genuine, when in fact full of pretense...
In no means whatsoever is it as potent as surmised.
When do you know that enough is enough?
You'll never see the glass half-full when it is, in actuality, half-empty. The
Genesis of detachment proves inevitable. Insurmountable. Persistent.
Again, i am at a lost. I need to snap back. I shall be quitting... again. I need to face the music. And the music seems to continue playing for quite a lengthy period.
