Shades of Drew

It's not your fault, but I'm not the one to blame. No matter how diligent or pure of intent, who among us could win the fight of the heart on its own home turf?  Easier yet to swim against the ocean tide or to control a paper airplane in the hurricane.  You just don't know the hell you create for me when you look at me...sparking dreams that we could be, when we can't. Though you tempt and hold powers to sway my mind, the blame is not yours, but the fault is not mine.  Taking the long way 'round as not to fall prey to your bewitching glance, I'm ever so careful not to let you see my dance, the dance I do only for you...even when I know I have no chance.  Someone needs to stand and assume the responsibility to fix this that could lead to something broken, yet I assume the position, well aware that my decision will only cause fault and blame.  Fault and blame like a flickering flame with exposing light of love in vain. Planting fertile soil around...

Pressured to force my square to slide through the star-shaped space, I am exhausted.  I want to find comfort in my four corners, but the stars shine so brightly.  Always the odd-man out, looking in, with just a little piece of sin, willing to purchase a place.  Now the odd-man in, looking out, with a hidden tear, willing to purchase a place.  What can be done for him who has been everywhere yet belongs nowhere?  Grateful for even the smallest piece of the very thing that could kill him, head hung low, averting gazes from the huge piece of the very thing that could save him.  Simply to open the door seems a task too great, but staying is impossible. Staying is simple. I am exhausted, having not done anything. Envious of the exhaustion gained by those fiercely fighting for their dream, I lie here, lying to myself saying that I fight. How much time is left?  Will the exhaustion finally win. Has Exhaustion come to claim his prize?  Wil...