A Reason To Go On

"...it always starts this way," continuous incoherent jabbering as if, no, because the spirit's so nearly unbreakable that, in order for it to be forgotten -- "it" being the spirit -- "forgotten" desired, for, until unleashed, unveiled, unfurled, regaled, and allowed, until the spirit and its slant, its twist on the whole banana is allowed to burst out and coexist with the rest of the spirit, its always gonna start this way, and end this way, and be hollow throughout, thats right, from the get-go to the let-go and then these questions come up like

"How many others have acheived this?" "What if I come to
and find myself alone?"

Lets be afraid. Lets be alone. End this mindless tirade. Turn tail, beeline for home.

Who's got time to sit here, re-align?

Everythings a contest to you, every little thing, pursuing trivialities, lost in the ephemera of the mind, lost the heart, cost the soul, fought the spirit in a grudge match to the death then raked the conscience over a bed of coals, of nails, doesn't matter, insignificant, change with the breeze.