a hidden motivation.

and here it is.

a proclamation from the ready,

from the one who's been sitting here,

waiting, for far too long.

damned if you do,

immobile if you don't.

and he's tired of sitting still.

one finger on the trigger,

the other on a chain,

that binds him to all the bad things,

that he hates about his life.

but it's one of those,

love/hate relationships.

sometimes he makes himself sick,

disgusted by the vulgarities and irregularity

inside himself.

there's nothing worse than feeling alone,

inside your own skin,

but thats a feeling that he knows well.

starving for contact he'll never know.

desperate for the things he doesn't deserve.

everyone's sure they're doing everything right,

until they find out they're doing everything wrong.

faceless dependents on one man's back,

he's got the weight of the world on a necklace.

and inside his shoes,

he's got narcotics & booze,

and an ignorant mindset,

he's got no plans to lose.