I won’t scarper anymore from your foisted fear
As my tormenting treadmill keeps me near.
The more I run, the more the belt turns
Till eventually I fall with irrational hope burned.
I can’t let your voice convince me I’m wrong
The way it convinced you, you were right along.
I’m not responsible for what your jaded past accrued
Yet I inspire the encouragers who invigorate you.
It seems your heart turned binocular blind
But why would you care? You’ve made up your mind.
Your avoidance technique, offensively sealed
With inscrutable evasion that stings so real.
I may miss details, but I feel impassioned bursts
And I felt your eyes cut through me as your butterflies dispersed.
So I’ve unplugged the carousel, this revolving door.
With a mandate from my soul, no more… no more.