Me, Myself, and I

Last evening’s gaze into myself
The revelation of how far I have fallen
Into the ocean without a shore
I now realize I’ve been clinging to you for life
Something I once told myself I would never do
Maybe I’m not as strong-willed as I hoped

Taking time aside for myself
Just walk away from the problem like I’ve done so many times before
These false prophets are my crumbling sanctuaries
I stand outside in the rain
Just waiting for the sun to shine on me
Over time something must change

Am I still as sure about this?
What does every single light you flash my way mean?
This tome of knowledge
I follow it like a blind man
I’m tired of being Me, Myself, and I
Which one really identifies my entity? or maybe none at all

I feel remorse for a friend if I should succeed
But after last night, I realize the pain of my potential failure
Is sublimely more severe
How did I ever let you wrap your hand around my veins?
When did I give you that power?
Foolish man - this time I am the foolish man

Can I believe in the mystery of a passive kiss?
To everything that I have seen, is that the least true of them all
Or the most sound evidence I have ever witnessed?
Lies are the thread of the web we weave
Too much effort wasted for no resolve
I thought last night: too much effort wasted for no resolve

Am I meant to wallow in this life without the sweetest flower
To plant at my perch?
One weeping willow still isn’t sane from the past
But it seems that the easiest ones to get
Are the ones who cannot fulfill my entity
My superficial jealousies; my superficial needs

Turnabout, tomorrow is still a mystery
What is the point of all this that I confess?
Just a short time now before it seems unimportant once again