Consequence.

Holding me close with your consequence.
Letting go with a new pretense.
Finding solace without sense.
I am your only (vapid) defense.

Trapped in a room that is round and secure.
Gliding in circles with me in the core.
Stopped in your tracks when you find me no more.
Where will you run at the end of the war?

Lost and unveiled; confused and derailed—
Set up for success to realize you’ve failed.
Lost and confused; wasted and used—
And now you refuse a new path to choose.

Idly focused on none but the past.
Faintly aghast that the cycle won’t last.
What will you do without me in your grasp?
Feel me just once, for you’re falling quite fast.

Who is to blame for this decadent swirl:
The cold-hearted boy or the weak-minded girl?
Is it a fault that their past must unfurl
Into two separate lives, in two disparate worlds?

Speak nothing of love and know nothing of fate.
Dependence and apathy surely negate.
At one point or another the other won’t wait,
And the other, the lover, will all but relate.