Neurotic?

I open my mouth to eat,

close my eyes to sleep.

I open my heart to love,

shut myself from hate.

I open myself to anger,

shy away from peace.

I close my mouth to chew,

open my eyes to see,

I stop my heart from loving,

and opened up to greed.

I strive to be considerate,

but shut myself from the correct methods.

I reflect, reflect, and reflect,

but nothing just seems right.

..reluctant, reluctant, reluctant.

Just refusing to believe.

Refraining from detaching.

Yet deep down,

a voice tells me,

detachment is wisdom.

Wisdom is knowing what the right thing is,

and doing the right thing.

Wisdom eludes,

due to the blurred vision.

If the mist fades away,

does wisdom surface?

A question asked,

and answer received.

But the heart still itching.

Itching so hard to make contact.

But four years?

But hear here,

you get to hear,

four fucking years,

with your own voice,
right to your ears.

Beautiful.

Incredibly beautiful.

You're credited,

as the most foolish.

..because you listen,

but either do nothing of it,

or nothing close to effective for it.

Is life really worth living that way?

Think about it.

Think about it.

..and tell me,

you poor, poor wretch.