Caught in the Crossfire

caught in a web of my own doing
time running out, while infinity suggests irrelevance and imparts a sense of insignificance

in the words of a poet friend:

You [I] prove that there is a way
To be still while running astray

But the arrogance of my mind continues to deceive
and tells me I'm fine
in a bankruptcy of willpower, I am losing and I really don't care
Yet i can't let anyone down
so i perpetuate the illusion that I'm in control

the fruit of my labors, the instrument of torture
its on my mind, all the time,
stealing sleep, robbing me of my sanity

i need to get out of this mess... fast.