I feel the strife of a life not in ruin,
and have never known a ruined life.
What less could I ponder:
I left the fields of green to return to
the icons of grey; left the skies of blue to
join forces with those that make skies brown.

I left a self I never knew for the same I never
Wanted. I lost all honesty in the lies I never told,
but wanted to.

I thought therefore I was, now I think that I am.
More lies I never told.

My favorite old agony of discontent disrupts and
corrupts again.