To Do (or not)

To flicker
To waver
To spiral out of tune
To wither
And flutter
to give up on getting there soon

Best to leave
these things to destiny
Better run
before there's too much to say

Circulating my breathing air
this room has exceeded all staleness
My face has melted into glue
my skin resembles my bones in paleness

Disgusted, I try to
lift the layers of filth
to get to the acceptable
but it's something unpredictable
We live, We learn, We fail

oasis

Nostalgic since the day she was born.
All the effort faultlessly performed. Effectively insignificant against the broad spread of other symptomatic outcomes.

Guilt inherited from generations of error and regrets before her.
Ancestral load or absolute misfortune.

'Tedious' she tried to speak to herself pointlessly, fully submissive to the ways of her fate.
Shoulders shrugged, all the breaths sighed and the punishments for all those undone things accepted.

Resolution is a mirage. She knows.