Island

What's the point of enlightenment when I'm isolated.

Finally made it.

On an island by myself.

Pupils dilated.

 

Cut from the divine or their hiding it.

Lost in this rhyme is me finding it.

Heightened awareness but all I see is hyper unfairness.

Might even not share this.

Might even not wear this shirt when I'm cold because I'm careless.

I dared to be bold, sit there be told but all I did was sit there and be old.

I'm all wet from the sweat when I set goals in my head.

Let go and they shred.

Mental not metal, this hasn't lead me down the pencil.