When will I understand?

When
will I understand?

When
will I understand how the world turns?

How
it magnificently spins on its axis.

The
beautiful gardens that I seek do not exist,

Nor
provide any comfort.

I
am entrapped,

Tangled
within my own beautiful networks of lies.

Lie, lie, lie

To
myself and others.

Professing
that one day I will find peace.

One
day I will recognize the man in my reflection.

Or
one day I will accept,

That
I will rot beneath the weight of my own despair.

Thinking,

Thinking
of a way out.