All part of the cycle

But knowing the logic doesn′t make it any easier to swallow

Still wallow, still bogged down by lingering hopesValid? Maybe. Empty? Most likely

Hollow desires have no place in self definition

For the logic also reminds me

What can be born, flourish and die

Can also be reborn, once the harsh winter has passed

Finding independence in dependence, craving dependence in solitude

Someone close the loop to this vicious cycle, someone solve this perpetual paradox

Like a parasite, leaving host

Finding mutualism in another warm body

Seems so cold on the surface

Yet a beacon to anyone drowning below it

Anyone failing to overthrow it

Another day goes by deny nature, embrace disease

Instincts eroding, conscience hardly relieved

So much to prove only affirming that I can't prove anything

So I′ll turn and run from my anchor, from love, from everything

Where will comfort stem from

All resources have been exhausted

Seeking something renewable, sustainable, attainable

Does it exist? Does it create warmth? Does it foster life

Can it end this strife? Can this hole be undug

To keep my head back above sea level

Can it extend a rope to tug me back along in your wake

Drag me up on the shore of your deserted isle

Are there tools to start a fire? I need to start a fire

Will you be the warm host to my parasite