Asking for more...

It is hard to ask
It is hard not to ask

For that raise
For that acknowledgement
For that presence

The recognition is lost
The connection is wasted
And the question becomes a prison

A silent killer
weaving a deadly poison
to rid you of your misery

It is hard to ask
It is hard not to ask

The haze in the maze is confusing
The expectation in the certainty is misleading
And the fog never disappears

Such is the presence lost
In a futile mind asking for more
Without the questions that can fulfill it

Asking for more…

What an irony filled with hope
to be nothing but a false pretense
of security in a world optimized
for scrutiny over observability
rather than essence.

The more torments,
the question stays one step away,
and the answer you will never have binds you.

Ask for more…
Don’t ask for more…
More already owns you…
until there is no more to ask for…

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~