Quit

I can't tell whether I'm letting go
Or holding fast, and convincing myself otherwise.
The paths may change, but the patterns remain the same.
I'm stuck there while I'm here, and here while I'm there.
And I don't know...

I don't know if I'm emulating truth

Or if it's a fallacy cooked up by my own lacking.

And lacking, in a less general desist;

Lacking in strength. In trust. In love.

Lacking, in a less general desist;

The strength to push through the complete, flawless darkness in the unknown.

The trust in my heart to not need to give the benefit of the doubt, 

To not give in to my misgivings in a harmless, or more than,

In a sincere one-on-one

To not question 

The love I need to make it. The love I need to be it. 

Lacking in the Love I need to persevere. 

I need to persevere.

Through the complete, flawless darkness in the unknown.

That finds me new paths,

But lets me keep my patterns.

So that even when I'm there, I still can bring here with me

So that even when I'm here, I still can bring there with me

So that even if I've chosen, I still can look back

So that even if I'm wrong, I still can stay true

And stick to the path they've moved for me

To align with my foot steps

And softly, they take me

Off of this lacking

Lacking, in a less and less and less general desist.

And less.

Until I choose to take the patterns off, then strip them thread by thread

By thread by thread until there's only the one.

The last string. The last in an endless cycle.

The last is Fate.

And I can follow, one fragment by one fragment,

The thread that may guide me

The thread that may make me

The thread that may take me

In all the steps I've taken

To find this sweet Nirvana.