Angles, Anglos, and anger

Culminate into a compromised state

Searching, and searching

Seeking value from destitute hands

Somewhat benign, but mostly mundane

Nothingness billows from these newly created chimneys

I could either play possum

Or blossom from this microcosm

Loneliness fits the bill here

Meander with whatever the day brings

Strum along to the sad songs for solace

Pick your influence, then indulge

All aboard the truth train

Chug along, and they won’t leave anytime soon

Dream up some grandeur, sure

But the destination is the same, forget it

Although disillusioned, there’s fight and spirit here somewhere

I don’t go down that easy, sorry ‘bout it

The day’s dealings are a toss-up

But I seek to blossom from this microcosm

Some cards that are dealt are startlin’

But I bury the banter and jargon

There’s no green door to barge in

To save a dream that’s a hard bargain

The doubts might charge in

But these experiences I'll harken

The dogs will keep barkin’

But tranquility widens the margin

For self-improvement, I dig deep

Not for you, not for them, but for me

After all, I could play possum

But eventually, I’ll blossom from this microcosm