Chronic Melodies

To think of everything I could be makes me blind.

All that I am is divine, before it becomes unkind.

She calls herself love and she says she's easy to find

I confess, my fears of her are a result of a bounded mind

A constant pull to fold and feel defeat

Or a choice to claim my throne and take my rightful seat

I sing these songs they play repeat

Here lies my Chronic Melodies, a playlist I'll soon delete.