Worth

Pass along, begin anew.
Quiet now, betrothed soul.
Your secrets hide amongst those you know.

What terrible things lie beyond?
Their existence shattered into flight, they seek naught but the release of anhedonic joy.
Such lies pass the world.

And so must I regain myself.
The Return takes endless time.
As I fall back, the pull becomes stronger.
How can it be resisted?

Fittingly, there is no escape.
There is only failure.