Free

They say everything happens for a reason,
but I can’t see past this season.
It feels like treason.
Reason with me.
Is this the summation of all we can be?
Is this the damnation of you and me?
Is this the perpetual amalgamation that can exist when we are complete?
Seemingly complete,
more like obsolete,
more like I keep thinking but cannot compete,
more like I keep dreaming but cannot delete,
more like I keep ranting but cannot defeat this feeling.
I keep reeling,
feels like I’m falling,
feels like I’m crawling on broken glass.
It didn’t last.
It didn’t, did it?
I couldn’t win it.
I didn’t get it.
Looks like this is where the road ends, don’t it?
What was the reason?
To hell with the reason.
I just want to be,
free from my burdens,
free from my thoughts,
free from the things that I wish I forgot.
Free.