Denial

Believing in me will never be the answer we see. Ideas stretching everywhere throughout eternity, never coming from my mind's serenity. Lost in infinite regression that just happens to be. Sweet as cocoa, my mind functions freely. Yet, I can never really be me in your eyes you can ever see. I’ll never take the lead. Always seeming to see a reflection that binds you, instead of the truth that finds clues. A big lie just hurling at you.