my soul is dark and endless like a black hole you see my good side a personality so bright and helpful yet my will and being is misery in cloak i unconsciously persucade my heart to lust my morals and values are out the window i am not related to love and trust my desires are aware of passion and novelity i skeptically lose my sight in my dreams and fantasties i open my eyes to things not shown in the light darkness hides my true motivates unsure if where to go from here on the side of reason and a lifetime of commitment lies hide the soul lost in the will of men her being draws me near i stop and become delirious in truth cases of past betryal float to the surface memories f pain, angust, and fright consume my essence i freeze in fear and cry in desair my phobia is a case of past traumatic disorder fools talk and think robots missing pursuit's happiness i smile to a lost passage, but happiness is but a travel to one's will and see what can't be seen examples of flying, quiting jobs, ad laws no longer restrained i run and hope to go into a park or zoo some unforeseen place that is a maze of uniquness i am a will that is smoking in mind and body i hoover in the skies relaxed and weightless-no longer pondering